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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1888, by Frank A. Munsey, in the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C. 

Vol, VI. No. 18. ^tuX^'I^S^T' NEW YORK, SATURDAY, MARCH 31, 1888. 

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?HE Basket of Diamonds; 








®H, but you are going to take my 
arm, any way, Miss Hope?" 
Thus spoke Rush Sinnerton, 
a swellish looking young gentleman of 

" I will not take your arm, Rush, and 
I don't wish you to go with me." 

This was the reply made by Miss Hope 

One might have looked the whole city 
of New York over without finding a more 
beautiful maiden of sixteen. She was 
prettily, though not elegantly dressed. 
Her form was simply perfect. Her 
features were regular, and an artist 
would have given half his fortune, if he 
had any, for the privilege of making her 



NUMBER 278. 

his model. But her beauty did not lie so much 
in the union of fair form and features as in the 
lovely and innocent expression of her face when 
it was in repose. 

She repelled the swellish looking young gen- 
tleman who forced his attentions upon her ; and 
the snap of her eye would assure any looker on, 
if there had been one, that she was in down- 
right earnest. 

Just now her lovely face was crimson with in- 
dignation. Rush Sinnerton had taken her 
hand, and was trying to draw it through the 
bend of his elbow. 

It was about seven o'clock in the evening of a 
bright spring day, and the street, though quite 
near the principal thoroughfare of the great 
metropolis, was almost deserted. 

" Let go my hand, Rush Sinnerton, or I will 
scream !" grasped the affrightened maiden, 
who was perhaps more alarmed than the occa- 
sion required. 

" Don't make a row, Hope ; I don't mean any 
harm," pleaded Rush, trying to conciliate the 
young lady. 

" Then let go my hand, and leave me !" 

" But I want to walk with you." 

" I don't want you to walk with me.'' 

" I won't hurt you." 

The indignation of the maiden blazed strong- 
er and stronger as the young man continued to 
maintain his hold upon her hand. 

She struggled to release it from his grasp. 
Already a couple of men on the other side of 
the street had halted, evidently to ascertain if 
the couple were in sport or in earnest. 

Just at this moment a young fellow turned 
the corner of the street, and came within full 
view of the scene. He seemed to have no 
doubt on the question which the two men on 
the other side of the way were so far unable to 
determine, for he broke into a smart run as 
soon as he realized the situation. 

"Oh, help me, Rowly !" cried Hope Ever 
ton, as soon as she discovered the newcomer. 

" Don't make a disturbance in the street, 
Hope !" urged Rush Sinnerton, though he did 
not release his hold upon the hand of the 

" Let me alone, then !" gasped the prisoner. 
" I will not go with you, and I will never speak 
to you again !" 

Again she renewed the struggle to escape 
from the grasp of the young man. 

Rush plainly felt as though he was doing 
nothing out of the way, and he seemed to be 
greatly surprised at the resistance of the young 
lady. In fact he had become angry as the 
struggle proceeded, and he tightened his grasp 
on the fair hand within his own. 

Rush had changed his position so that his 
back was towards the one to whom Hope ap- 
pealed for help. 

The youth whom she had called Rowly in- 
creased his speed when he fully realized the 
situation of the young lady, and doubtless he 
felt like the knight errant of old coming into 
the presence of beauty in distress. 

At any rate, whatever he was thinking of, he 
made all possible haste to the rescue of the dis- 
tressed maiden, and in a moment more he was 
on the spot. 

Rowly was a young man of action rather than 
mere words, for he did not stop to argue the 
question with Rush. He was a stout built 
young fellow of sixteen, not quite as tall as the 
other actor in the scene. 

His eyes blazed with indignation. Without 
even an announcement of his presence to the 
assailant of Miss Hope, he planted the heaviest 
blow he was capable of giving on the side of 
Rush's head. 

The young swell released his grasp on the 
hand of his companion, reeled over and fell 
into the gutter. It was not yet time in the 
evening for stars, but Rush saw whole clusters 
of them as he went down, vanquished in the 

Hope did not wait to ascertain whether he 
was hurt or not, but tripped down the street as 
lightly as a fairy in the everglades, though her 
bosom was bounding with emotion and terror. 

Rowly had no further interest in the fallen 
swell, and he followed the maiden. 

" What's the. trouble, Hope ?" asked he, as 
soon as he had secured a position at her side. 

He was only sixteen, and of course he was 
not susceptible to any emotion beyond mere 
friendship. At least he was not conscious of 
any deeper and stronger feeling. 

*' Rush followed me out of the house, and in- 
sisted that I should take his arm, which was 
quite ridiculous," replied Hope, with a fresh 
blush on her beautiful face. " I would not 
take even my brother's arm at this time of 
day, if I had a brother." 

11 You told him you would not take his arm ?" 
asked Rowly. 

"Of course I did; and as flatly as I could 
speak. Then he seized my hand, and held it 
till you came." 

"He let go quick enough when I hit him," 
added Rowly, with something of triumph in 
his tone. 

" He has worried and persecuted me for the 
last three months ; and I have begged mamma 
to let me go away into the country, so that I 
could get away from him. I don't have a mo- 
ment's peace when he is in the house." said the 
pretty maiden, the tears beginning to flow from 
her bright eyes. 

" What does he want of you ?" inquired the 
unsophisticated youth. 

"' He doesn't want anything of m<s except to 
be with me. He says he likes me. ; but I don't 
like him. I hate the sight of him; and if 

mamma doesn't send me away, I believe I 
shall run off," added Hope, much agitated. 

" Don't do that, Hope. I am sure your 
mother will do something about it after what 
has happened today," said Rowly, in soothing 

The fair girl had some doubts in regard 
to the ability of her mother to do anything 
which would relieve her of the disagreeable at- 
tentions of the young persecutor. 

Mrs. Everton was a widow, and Hope was 
her only child, in whom all her earthly love and 
hope were concentrated. 

Six years before her husband had died, leav- 
ing his business somewhat involved ; but when 
he bought the house in which they lived he had 
caused the deed to be given to her. With her 
own money she had furnished it. 

The house and what it contained were all that 
was left to her after the settlement of her hus- 
band's estate. 

It was a large dwelling, and she had sup- 
ported herself and her daughter by letting the 
chambers to respectable lodgers. But there 
was a mortgage on the house of eight thou- 
sand dollars. 

This mortgage was held by Colonel Sinner- 
ton, who lived in Hudson. The colonel had 
sent his son to New York City to fit for Colum- 
bia College, and had taken a room for him in 
Mrs. Everton's house. 

Rush Sinnerton boarded at a neighboring 
restaurant. He was inclined to be a "gentle- 
man," and already lived considerably faster 
than his father suspected. 

He might have been excused for being deeply 
moved by the beauty, grace, and bewitching 
glance of Hope ; but not for his stupidity and 
brutality in approaching her. 

He picked himself out of the gutter, stirred 
with wrath and the thirst for vengeance upon 
Hope's sturdy defender. He rushed with all 
his speed to overtake him. He struck another 
blow at him, and then he went into the gutter 
once more. 

Before he could overtake them again, Rowly 
and the terrified girl had entered the house of 
Mrs. Parkway, the young jinan's mother. She 
had nearly fainted there ; but kindness and care 
soon restored her. 

After dark, leaving Hope with his mother, 
Rowly went to see Mrs. Everton, and told her 
what had happened. 



T|TOPE EVERTON remained at the home 
U~J of Mrs. Parkway for three days. This 
\$0\ lady only occupied a floor in an apart- 
* ment house, with three rooms ; but 
Rush Sinnerton was not there, and the poor 
girl was happy. 

So was Rowly happy, perhaps because Hope 
was so, perhaps only because she was under the 
same roof with him, though he did not attempt 
to analyze his feelings. 

Rush remained in the street till long after 
dark, lying in wait for the return cf Hope. He 
saw Rowly enter the house, with the message to 
her mother. 

Rowly soon left, and when Rush was tired ot 
waiting he went to his room. 

Mrs. Everton occupied the lower floor of the 
house. The front parlor was open to all the 
lodgers ; the large room in the rear of it was 
the landlady's chamber, while a small apartment 
next to it was assigned to Hope. 

Rush was nervous and uneasy. Possibly he 
realized that he had been brutal and impru- 
dent. At any rate after he had thought of the 
scene in the street for half an hour, he went 
down into the front parlor, which was seldom 
used by any of the lodgers. 

If there was any one person on the face of the 
earth that he particularly hated at that moment, 
it was Rowly Parkway, whom he had often met 
at Mrs. Everton's house. But he was anxious 
to recover the ground he had lost with Hope 
and her mother. 

He had not been in the room five minutes be- 
fore the landlady joined him. She looked stern 
and cold, and Rush understood the moment ,he 
glanced at her face that he had created a tem- 
pest in the soul of the good woman. 

" I notify you, Mr. Sinnerton, that you must 
vacate the room you occupy in this house im- 
mediately," said she, not angrily, but with the 
firmness of a rock. 

•' That is rather sudden," stammered Rush. 

" I give you tjll tomorrow afternoon at five to 
leave the room," continued the landlady, with a 
heavy frown on her brow. " If you are not 
gone by that time I shall remove your things 
and take possession of the room." 

" This is rather short notice," muttered Rush. 
"May 1 ask the reason for this hasty step on 
your part ?" 

" You know the reason for it as well as I do ; 
and there is no occasion for any more words 
about it." 

" I hope I have not offended you, Mrs. Ever- 

"If you have common sense, or any of the 
sentiments of a gentleman, you know very well 
that you have not only offended, but insulted 
me, in the person of my daughter." replied the 
lady, her face, which was still fair, taking" on a 
slightly crimson hue. 

" If I have offended or insulted you, or your 
daughter, it was unintentional, and I am ready 
to apologize," added Rush, though one skilled 
m the ways of the world could nave seen ihai 
his proposition was nothing but mockery, 
prompted by hypocrisy and deceit. 

" If your apology were accepted, I would not 
allow you to remain in my house on any con- 
sideration," added Mrs. Everton. 

" If this is your decision, madam, of course I 
have nothing more to say," continued Rush, 
with an attempt to put on a dignity which was 
not in his nature. 

" My decision is made, and it will not be re- 

" It will be necessary for me to notify my 
father at once of this step on your part, Mrs. 
Everton," said Rush, looking earnestly into her 
face to detect the effect of this announcement. 

He was wondering if she had thought of the 
over due note, secured by a mortgage on the 
house, which his father held. 

But the landlady did not quail or quiver, even 
if she thought of the mortgage. It did not 
seem to occur to her at that moment that real 
estate was under a cloud just then, and it might 
be difficult to negotiate a new loan on the 
property on reasonably favorable terms. 

"That is a matter for you to settle, Mr. Sin- 
nerton," she replied, without betraying the 
slightest uneasiness. 

" I will telegraph to him at once, and I have 
no doubt he will be in New York tomorrow 

The lady made no reply, and did not appear 
to dread the coming of her creditor. If she 
had any fear she did not manifest it in the 
slightest degree. 

" I may as well leave tonight as at any other 
time," added the young man, with a sort of 
bravado which was a part of his character. 

41 Do as you think best," replied the landlady. 

"Of course you will allow me to see Miss 
Hope before I go ? " suggested Rush. 

" No, sir !" 

"We have been friends for the year that I 
have been in this house, and I should like to say 
good by to her." 

" You will have to dispense with that formal- 
ity, Mr. Sinnerton. She will not come into my 
house again while you remain here," added the 
lady, with no relaxation of her firmness. 

" May I ask where she is ?" 

"That is a matter which does not concern 
you, sir." 

Mrs. Everton, having said all she had to say, 
turned with womanly dignity on her heel and 
left the front parlor. 

Rush Sinnerton bit his lips, for he felt that he 
had been thoroughly beaten in the skirmish 
with the mother of the young lady whom he 
admired. I say " admired," for admiration was 
the full extent of his feeling towards her. In 
fact he was incapable of any higher sentiment. 

Even if Rush had been worthy of her daugh- 
ter, Mrs. Everton would have frowned upon the 
attentions he was disposed to bestow upon her. 
She regarded Hope as a mere child, though she 
was sixteen, and such expressions of favor were 
altogether out of place with a girl of her age. 

They had long disturbed, and even worried 
her, and she had hoped something would occur 
to take the young man out of her house, it 
had occurred, and the mother was not in a frame 
of mind to relent in the slightest degree. 

Rush was not a fool, if he was a brutal swell. 
The visit of Rowly Parkway to the house, and 
the fact that Hope had gone with him after the 
scene in the street, assured him that the young 
lady was at the home of her defender's mother. 

He left the house, and after he had sent a 
telegram to his father, he went to the residence 
of Mrs. Parkway. She occupied the third floor 
of the tenement, and he readily found it, 
though he had never been there before. 

His knock at the door was answered by Mrs. 
Parkway. As she opened the door, a slight 
scream saluted his ear. It was called forth from 
Hope, who saw him in the open door. 

But Rowly's mother was as resolute as her 
life long friend had been an hour before. She 
refused to let Rush Sinnerton. see Hope. He 
was angry at this denial, and soon attempted to 
push his way into the room where he had seen 
the object of his admiration. 

Mrs. Parkway earned a support for her family 
by dressmaking, and her indoor occupation had 
somewhat impaired her health, so that she was 
not strong. Rush easily pushed her aside, and 
was about to come into the apartment, when 
Rowly hastened to the assistance of his mother. 

" There is the stairway — go down ! " ex- 
claimed he, as he placed himself in front of 

The visitor was boiling over with wrath when 
he found himself again confronting the stout 
youth who twice before that evening had tipped 
him into the gutter. His rage got the better of 
his discretion, and he made a leap at the throat 
of Rowly. 

Mrs. Parkway shouted for help, and Hope 

The knightly defender of innocence did not 
care to close with Rush, who was considerably 
taller than he was, and he avoided the clinch of 
his furious opponent. 

He did better; he used his hard fist again. 
He planted a blow between the two eyes of 
Rush Sinnerton. and the visitor went over 
backwards, falling at the head of the stairs. 

As soon as this result was achieved, Mrs. 
Parkway, who had not " lost her head " in the 
excitement of the moment, drew her spn back 
into the room and .closed the door. 

The occupants of the floors above and below, 
who had been called from their rooms by the 
screams, hastened to the scene. Their appear- 
ance brought Rush back to his senses, and h«- 
i^alized l.h;it he was getting himself into diffi- 

He picked himself up ) and hastened down the 

stairs with all the speed he could command. 
When he was confronted by a stout man at the 
foot of the first flight, he declared that he was 
going for a policeman, and was suffered to pass. 

He returned to his room very much dissatis- 
fied with himself and everybody else. But he 
could not see that he had been guilty of anything 
but indiscretion. In fact he felt as though he 
were the injured party, rather than the aggressor 
upon the domain of maidenly modesty and re- 

Before nine o'clock the next morning Colonel 
Sinnerton rang the bell at the house of Mrs. 
Everton. He was a choleric man, and de- 
manded bruskly, when the landlady had ush- 
ered him into the front parlor, why his son had 
been turned out of his room. 

Mrs. Everton entered upon a full explanation, 
which did not in the least degree appease the 
irate father of a spoiled son. 

" Boys will be boys, and I can't see that Rush 
has done any harm," said he. 

At that moment the culprit himself came into 
the room. 



; |iUSH SINNERTON told his story in his 
own way. He admitted that he had 
taken Hope's hand, but he had had no 
intention to injure or insult her. It was 
all a mere pleasantry on his part ; and he had 
offered, if he had done anything out of the way, 
to apologize for it. 

"That's enough, madam!" exclaimed Col- 
onel Sinnerton. " The boy is all right, and I 
knew he was, even after I had listened only to 
your own account of the affair. Is my son to be 
driven from your house for a mere boyish 
pleasantry ? " 

' ' He has been a terror to my daughter for 
months, and she says she will never come into 
the house again while he is here," added Mrs. 
Everton, rather warmly. 

"That is all nonsense, madam. Rush is a 
gentleman by nature as well as education ; and 
he knows how to treat a lady. Is he to be sent 
out of your house just because he has been a 
little too familiar, perhaps, with your puckery 
daughter ? Is he to be disgraced because he 
wanted your daughter to take his arm?" de- 
manded the colonel indignantly. 

It was quite impossible for the fond mother to 
state in what manner Rush had offended the 
delicacy of Hope in the house and elsewhere, 
for, aside from the scene in the street, he had 
not been guilty of any overt act of violence, or 
even of speech. 

But his whole manner to the young girl was a 
constant offense, while he rarely went beyond 
the bounds of propriety. His very look was 
almost an assault upon her, and she shrank with 
instinctive dread from his gaze, so often fast- 
ened upon her 

The devoted mother could not explain what 
she clearly saw in the manner of the young man 
that was offensive to her, and still more to 
Hope; and if she had been able to do so, the 
colonel had not the capacity, the fineness of 
character, to understand her. 

" I can only say that Rush can no longer oc- 
cupy a room in my house," said Mrs, Everton. 
firmly, but in rather a subdued tone, for though 
she felt strong in her position, she realized that 
she had not made it very clear to her creditor. 

" Very well, madam ; very well ! " exclaimed 
the colonel, rising from his chair and pacing 
the room with long strides, "You have chosen 
for yourself to disgrace my son, for of course 
this affair will be known to all his friends." 

" I shall not make ,t known to them," added 
the landlady meekly. 

''Such things cannot be concealed, and this 
will be known," replied the angry father. '' Of 
course you don't expect any more favors from 
me. madam." 

'* I do not ; but when the happiness and even 
the safety of my only child is involved, I have 
no alternative, though I would do almost any- 
thing to avoid displeasing you, Colonel Sinner- 
ton," answered Mrs. Everton, a few tears rising 
in her pretty eyes. 

" All stuff, madam! The happiness and 
safety of your daughter indeed ! That is all 
sheer bosh ! I hold your note for eight thousand 
dollars, secured by mortgage, on this house ; and 
it was due five years ago," said the colonel, 
halting before her to note the effect of his decla- 
tion and what it suggested. 

"What you say is all true; and I am well 
aware that, financially, 1 am in your power," 
added the poor -woman submissively. 

11 1 have been very indulgent to you, and now 
1 get my reward in the disgrace of my son." 

The creditor tried to believe that he was a 
much injured man. 

" The welfare of my daughter compels me to 
act as I do." 

"That's all nonsense, as I have before ob- 
served. 1 beg also to remind you that the inter- 
est of the note for the last half year has not yet 
been paid," raved the colonel. 

" I wrote you, on the first of April, that my 
house had been robbed of two hundred and 
eighty dollars I had saved to pay the interest, 
besides other valuables, on the day before ; and 
you must have read about it in the papers,'' 
pleaded the distressed lady. 

" I did read about it ; but I did not read that 
you would turn my son out of your house in 
disgrace on ;i flimsy pretext, or I should not 
have written yon thai I would wail for mv 
money. Wilt you allow my gt>n to retain hi* 
room, and not inflict this disgrace upon him ?" 

MARCH II, 1888. 



" I will not," replied the poor woman firmly, 
though her lips quivered, and she could not con- 
ceal her emotion. 

"That is all I want to know !" gasped the 
colonel, darting away from her as though he 
had been stung by her answer. " Before the 
sun goes down again, I shall take possession of 
this house, and attach the furniture for the un- 
paid interest." 

" I cannot help it if you do," added the poor 

" Do you consider what you are doing, 
madam ? I doubt if the house will bring 
enough, when sold for cash in these times, to 
more than pay the note. My son has been 
guilty of no offense worth naming, and you sub- 
ject him to an unmerited disgrace. Rush is a 
gentleman, and " 

The remark was interrupted by the entrance 
of Rowly Parkway, who had the freedom of the 

Rush sprang from his chair the moment he 
saw his late assailant, and stood in front of him, 
as full of rage as his father had been a moment 

"What do you want, you meddlesome 
pup ? " demanded he. 

" I don't want anything of you, and I hope 
you don't want anything more of me," replied 
Rowly in a good natured tone, and with a 
cheerful smile on his manly face. 

" Is anything the matter, Rowly ? " asked 
Mrs. Everton, anxious still in regard to her 

"Nothing at all, Aunt Myra," replied the 
last comer, calling her by this familiar appella- 
tion, though they were not in any way related. 
" I only came over to say that Hope is all right 
this morning, and wishes to see you some time 

Rowly turned to leave the room, but found 
that Rush stood between him and the door. 

" Do you think I am going to let you off 
without paying you for the raps you gave me 
ast night ?" demanded Rush, fanning his rage 
to a flame. 

Again the fury of tile young gentleman got 
the better of his discretion, and he forgot the 
lessons o f the evening before. With an im- 
petuous spring he attempted to hit the defender 
of innocence a blow with his clenched fist. 

Rowly was not a pugilist, and had never even 
baken a single lesson in the art of self defense 
but nature had armed him with a resolute 
spirit, a quick eye, and abundant strength. 

He warded off the blow, at the same time 
planting a fellow to the ones he had given the 
evening before on the head of his assailant, and 
Rush staggered towards his father. 

"What do you mean by striking my son, 
you young rascal ?" yelled the colonel, rushing 
curiously towards the defender. 

" He began it, and I always defend myself," 
replied Rowly, retreating towards the door. 
" That is the third time I have knocked that 
lobster out, and I am ready to do it again." 

" I will shake your head off for that !" foamed 
Colonel Sinnerton. 

" I can hit hard, and I shall defend myself," 
added Rowly, cooley. 

"That fellow knocked me over twice last 
night, father, and I am bound to get even 
with him," added Rush. 

Mrs. Everton placed herself between Rowly 
and her wrathy visitor. Then the defender re- 
lated what had occurred at his mother's home 
the night before. 

" I don't think it is the part of a gentleman 
to force his way into a room he is forbidden to 
enter," added Mrs. Everton mildly. 

The colonel was rather staggered at the con- 
duct of his son ; but he soon recovered his as- 
surance. Of course he censured Mrs. Parkway 
lor not admitting him, and considered that 
Rush was blameless. 

" I have said all I have to say, madam. 
Have you changed your mind ?" asked the 

" I have not ; and what we have just heard 
ought to convince you that I am quite right in 
regard to your son," replied Mrs. Everton. 

" It does not convince me. No more words 
are needed, and I shall do what I said 1 would 

At that moment the doo r bell rang violently 
as though there was some one at the handle 
who " meant business." Rowly, who was near 
the front door, opened it, and a rather stout 
gentleman, with a rough exterior, entered with- 
out any special invitation. 

" Does Mrs. Myra Everton, widow of Wil- 
iiam Everton, deceased, live here ?" asked the 

Rowly pointed to the door of the front par- 
lor, and the man entered it. 



The stranger was dressed in a suit of blue, 
and the garments were large and loose on 
his strongly knit frame. His heavy beard was 
tinged with gray, and he was evidently a man 
of five and forty years. His expression was 
good natured, and a smile played on his sun 
bronzed face. In taking him for a sailor, one 
would not have been far out of the way. 

" This is Mrs. Everton," said Rowly, pointing 
the landlady. 

Colonel Sinnerton and his son had retired to 
one of the front windows, and were talking to 
each other in a low tone. But the father oc- 
casionally glanced at the stranger, and seemed 
to-be inclined to know his business before he 
left the house. 

Rowly had gone at ten o'clock the evening 
before to watch with one of the clerks in the 
jewelry establishment where he was employed. 
He was allowed to be off in the forenoon to ob- 
tain his sleep, but on that morning he was too 
much interested in the affairs of Aunt Myra and 
Hope to sleep. 

"My name is Israel Ringboom, at your ser- 
vice, ma'am, though folks commonly call me 
Captain Ringboom, for I command the ship 
Reindeer, which got in last night from the Cape 
of Good Hope," said the stranger, as he laid a 
small wooden box on the table, and looked 
about him as if in search of something or 

" You are welcome, Captain Ringboom, 
though I do not remember that I ever saw you 
before," replied Mrs. Everton. 

" I don't think you ever did, ma'am ; but that 
don't make any difference. To come to the 
point without stopping to wear round, this box 
contains about two hundred thousand dollars' 
worth of diamonds, and they all belong to 
some of your folks, as sure as Israel Ringboom 
is an honest man." 

" Two hundred thousand dollars !" exclaimed 
the landlady, who had heard of such wealth, 
but had no other evidence of its existence. 

" That's about the figure, though it maybe 
something more or a little less," added the cap- 
tain, looking around the room again. 

"And to whom do you say this treasure be- 
longs, Captain Ringboom ?" asked Mrs. Ever- 
ton, amazed beyond measure at what she had 

"Well, ma'am, I don't want to have any 
mistake about it, and I must say bluntly that I 
don't think it belongs to you," replied the cap- 
tain, a little embarrassed, as though he felt 
that he had been going too fast with his reve- 

" I did not suppose it did belong to me," re- 
plied the landlady, with a smile. 

" I reckon this boy is not your son," con- 
tinued the shipmaster, nodding in the direction 
of Rowly, who had been an astounded listener 
to all that had been said. 

"No, sir; he calls me aunt, but he is no 
blood relation of mine, though I love him as 
though he were my own nephew." 

" But I was told that you had one or more 
children." added Captain Ringboom, opening 
his mouth rather wide in his interest in the 

" I have one daughter, who is myonly child," 
replied the landlady. 

"That settles it!" exclaimed the visitor, 
springing out of his chair in his excitement. 
" Her name is Hope, and she was sixteen years 
old on the first day of January last." 

" Quite true. The name was given to her by 
her Uncle Howell, who, I suppose, is dead, for 
we have heard nothing from him for the last 
ten years," said Mrs. Everton. 

" Yes, ma'am, he is dead ; but it is not three 
months since he passed away," added the cap- 
tain, impressively, as though the deceased had 
been his intimate friend. 
" Then you knew him ?" 

" Howell Everton and I went to school to- 
gether, but I did not see anything of him for 
many years till I met him in the street in Cape 
Town, but so sick that he could hardly put one 
one foot before the other. " 

At this point in the conversation, Mrs. Ever- 
ton remembered for the first time that Colonel 
Sinnerton and his son were listening to the con- 
versation. She invited the visitor and Rowly 
to go into the next room. 

But the colonel unwillingly took the hint, and 
he left the front parlor, followed by Rush. A 
few minutes later, the landlady heard the street 
door open and shut, and she had no doubt they 
had left the house. 

" But where is the little girl ? She was only 
six years old when Howell saw her for the last 
time," asked Captain Ringboom, changing the 
topic after the departure of the lodger and .his 

" She is at the house of a friend of mine in 
the next street," replied Mrs. Everton, who had 
suddenly given way to a flood of tears. " How- 
ell Everton was my own brother ; and though 
he had fallen into a bad way, he was always 
very kind to me, and he could hardly have 
loved Hope any more if he had been her own 

"I know about that, for Howell told me 
all about it, He took to drinking and ruined 
himself," added the captain. 

" He was intoxicated the last time he came to 
our house, and my husband ordered him to 
leave. They quarreled a year before that. Be- 
fore he went out of the house my brother, in- 
toxicated as he was, promised that he would 
never drink another drop of liquor as long as 
he lived," sobbed the poor woman. 

"I don't believe he ever did !" protested the 
captain. "He put a plain gold ring on his 
niece's middle finger, and asked her to wear it 
in memory of him." 

"And she wears it now on her little finger," 
added the mother. 

" I must see her before I say anything more, ' 
said Captain Ringboom. 

"Rowly will go for her, as Rush is gone." 
Rowly was quite willing to do so. When 
he put his hand on the knob of the door, a 
slight noise was heard in the hall ; but all 
were too much interested in the exciting event 
of the moment to take particular notice of it. 

The messenger was gone but a few minutes, 
and returned with Hope. She was presented 
lo Captain Ringboom, who seemed to be almost 
stunned by her beauty. 

He took a big pocketbook from the inside of 
his vest, and drew from it a soiled paper in- 
closing the photograph of a child. 

" That's Hope as true as you live !" exclaimed 
the visitor, as he compared the picture witli the 
living original. 

" I have no doubt of that," added the mo- 
ther, with a smile. " I gave that picture to 
my brother the last time I saw him." 

" I am satisfied that this pretty girl is the 
niece of Howell Everton, and this box belongs 
toher. Hope is the Diamond Heiress," added 
the captain, as he took the box from the table. 
" Your brother went to the diamond mines of 
Africa. He made his fortune there, but he lost 
his health. My ship got knocked over in a 
typhoon in the Indian Ocean, and I went to 
Cape Town for repairs. I met Howell, as I 
said, and he told me his story. 

" He died of the fever he had brought from 
the interior, and I closed his eyes. He had 
never written to you because he expected to re- 
turn every month, and he wanted to surprise 
you with the change that had taken place in 
him. He gave me the casket which is nailed in 
this box, in trust for Hope Everton. I have a 
sort of writing, perhaps it will pass for a will, 
in which he makes me the trustee of his wealth, 
with instructions to use it for her benefit and 
that of her mother ; but at least three fourths 
of it must go to Hope when she is twenty one 
years old." 

The conversation continued all the forenoon. 
Mrs. Everton told the trustee all about her re- 
lations with Colonel Sinnerton and his son. 
The stout shipmaster threatened to cowhide 
the young swell, and would sell enough of the 
diamonds to pay off the entire debt. 

From misery the little family had suddenly 
been raised to affluence. Hope's heart bounded 
when she realized that she was redeemed from 
the persecutions of Rush. 

The landlady prepared a lunch in the basement, 
and Rowly was invited to partake of it before 
he went back to the store. 

Captain Ringboom divided his time in gazing 
from the still handsome mother to the lovely 
daughter. The lunch was more than a cheer- 
ful occasion : it was a feast of rejoicing. 

Suddenly the stout captain sprang to his feet, 
and tipped his chair over behind. 

" What in the world is the matter, Captain 
Ringboom ?" asked the landlady, rising in her 
astonishment at the sudden movement of her 

" We have left that box on the table up 
stairs !" almost shouted he, as he rushed wildly 
from the room. 

"Don't be alarmed, captain; it is safe 
enough," said Mrs. Everton, as she followed 
him up the stairs. 

" I have kept that box under my pillow every 
night since it came into my possession ; and I 
ought to be hung for letting it out of my sight 
a single minute !" gasped the trustee. 

" I am sure there has been no one in the 
front parlor since we left it," added the land- 

Captain Ringboom said no more, but bolted 
into the parlor as though he had been shot 
from a gun. 

When Mrs. Everton, followed by Hope and 
Rowly, entered the apartment, they found the 
captain tearing his hair in wild rage and dis- 

They glanced at the table where the box had 
been deposited. They looked on the floor near 
it ; they searched in every part of the room. 

The treasure was not to be seen : it had dis- 

{To be continued!) 

Ask your newsdealer for The Golden Ar- 
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(See illustration^ page 276.) 

The large illustration on the next page of the 
Argosy represents a scene that has often oc- 
curred in the past, but will rarety be witnessed 
in the future. The North American buffalo is 
nearly extinct. The vast herds that once 
roamed in millions on the wide Western 
prairies have dwindled to a few scattered bands 
which have found shelter in the Yellowstone 
Park and other secluded spots ; and it is to be 
hoped that these lastjjminants of a dying race 
will be preserved from the hunter's rifle. 

The readers of the Argosy are no doubt fa- 
miliar with the methods of aitacking the buffalo 
that were in vogue during the days of the old 
time prairie rangers. .Mounted on a well 
trained bronco, there was but little risk for the 
huntsman, unless some accident dislodged him 
from his steed. In such cases, many lives have 
been lost before the furious onslaught of some 
mad bull ; for the buffalo, though ordinarily 
pacific, becomes at times, and especially when 
wounded, a formidable antagonist, and one 
whose enormous bulk makes his charge almost 

Hence buffalo hunting on foot is a perilous 
form of sport ; and the position of the hunts- 
man in the picture, who has lo trust to one well 
directed shot to lay low the great beast that 
towers before him, is highly dangerous, if not 



Thk Akuosv receives frequent inquiries from its 
readers concerning the art of illustrating. We re- 
print herewith some information mi the subject 

from a Mail and Express reporter's interview with 
the editor of one of the leading magazines : 

11 Illustrating requires technical education. How, 
for instance, can a man draw a scene illustrating a 
story without a thorough knowledge of the human 
tigure? Magazines are constantly on the lookout 
for new illustrative talent, but a'man or a woman 
must prove that he or she has the illustrative as 
well as the artistic capacity. If he wishes to illus- 
trate fiction, for instance, he must be able to fol- 
low the thought of another. In the matter of de- 
scriptive draughtmanship he must be able to make 
pictures of places and things, which pictures adapt 
themselves readily to the condensed form in which 
they are presented in the narrow pages of a peri- 
odical. That faculty comes from practice. We 
constantly hear from girls or boys in the back 
woods, who send in specimens of work which have 
no art in them at all, though they may show a cer- 
tain inventiveness." 

" That brings us down to a practical point. Now, 
in this branch of art, when the person has talent 
and ability, yet no money to start with, where could 
he or she go to seek this technical training? " 

u It is not absolutely necessary anv more to go 
to Europe ; several of the large cities in the West, 
as well as in the East, have excellent schools ; but 
New York is probably, on the whole, the best place 
in America for training in art ; and the better the 
training the better for the artist, of course, in any 
branch he may follow for a livelihood. The illus- 
trative faculty comes with practice and thorough 
attention to the needs of the periodical. The best 
school for magazine illustrative work is in the mag- 
azines themselves." 

u How lucrative can this profession be while 
young people are studying? Can they realize any- 
thing while they are at work ? " 

" They should expect little in that way. I have 
heard of young people beginning very early in 
their careers to make pictures for the humorous 
weeklies, but as a rule their illustrations are not 
salable until they are pretty well along." 

" Does not this drawing for the humorous maga- 
zines give a crude sort of aspect to a man's work ? 
Does he not work in a more amateurish way than a 
professional? If he is able, in the early stages of 
his work, to make it lucrative, doesn't he afterward 
look at art from the outside more than he does from 
the true artistic standpoint?" 

*' That question is the old one of whether pot 
boiling (work done to keep the wolf from the door) 
spoils the artist. I think it may spoil him, but does 
not necessarily. Nearly every great artist of mod- 
ern times has at some time done a great deal in the 
way of pot boiling. If a man has it in him to rise 
above that phase of his art development I don't 
think a preliminary struggle with pot boilers is go- 
ing to hurt him." 

H You would advise a beginner who shows some 
talent for drawing and has some taste for illustra- 
tive art to take a thorough course in technical 
drawing, and then to try for magazine work?" 

" Yes. Let me first say that it is well for these 
aspiring illustrators to occasionally show their at- 
tempts to the art managers of the periodicals in 
order that they may get an idea of their quality 
and promise. These art managers will always take 
an interest in bringing out fresh talent, and will 
give them encouragement and advice." 


Commercial firms that have occasion to telegraph 
frequently from one side of the ocean to the other 
have put a good deal of thought into inventing 
methods for reducing the cost of cabling. Some 
of these, which the cable companies dare not pro- 
hibit on account of the strong competition now 
existing, are described in a late issue of the Mail 
and Express : 

One plan is the arrangement of the cable code in 
such a way that the address not only serves to 
carry the message to its destination, but has a sig- 
nificance of its own. For instance, a New York 
firm telegraphing to its London branch, addresses 
them under twenty five or thirty different regis- 
tered names, all of which are recorded in the Lon- 
don office. If the message is sent to Jack, Lon- 
don, it not only reaches John Smith & Co., for 
for whom it is intended, but John Smith & Co. 
know, from the very fact that they have been ad- 
dressed as Jack, that a thousand pieces of some 
line of goods are required to be sent by the next 
steamer. If, on the other hand, the firm is ad- 
dressed under the name of Robert, London, which 
is also a registered name, and which reaches the 
firm in due course, they know that a different order 
is intended. In this way these ingenious people 
practically get out of paying for the address, and 
the cable company see them wriggling out of the 
responsibility to cable regulations, and are power- 
less to do anything. 

Another favorite mode of cutting down the num- 
ber of words, especially in cabling to Germany 
and Italy, is to take two or three foreign words, 
each of which may represent a phrase, and blend 
them together in what appears to be one word. 
By this means nine or ten letters of the alpnabet, 
costing twelve or fifteen cents for its transmission, 
conveys to the other side an entire sentence. The 
regulation in regard to the length of words is that 
no word, either a manufactured word for code pur- 
poses, or a genuine word of the language, shall be 
transmitted for the ordinary tariff if it exceeds ten 
letters in length. 


Two boys sometimes manage to get along with 
one pair of skates between them, and from an item 
in the Graphic it would seem that the same spirit 
of economy animates the hearts of faraway East 
Indians : 

The boot and shoe etiquette in India sorely per- 
plexes native officials on ceremonial occasions. In 
one of the provinces it is customary for all native 
government officials to take off their native shoes 
before entering the presence of a superior, but if 
they wear English boots no change is required. 
When the Governor of Bombay lately held a levee 
at Ahmedabad, a number of Hindoo officials clubbed 
together to buy a pair of English boots, so as to 
avoid the indignity of appearing before His Ex- 
cellency with bare feet. Each took it in turn to 
wear the boots as he was presented to the Gov- 
ernor, and no small amusement was created outside 
the levee room by the officials rushing backwards 
and forwards to exchange |.he solitary piui'of boots 
with t lie next comer. 



NUMBER 278. 


MARCH 31, 1888. 





Our little lives are kept in equipoise 
By opposite attractions and desires : 

The struggle of the instinct that enjoys, 
And the more noble instinct that aspires. 

[T/ifs story commenced in No, 275.] 

Three Thirty Three ; 




Author of" Eric Dane" " The Heir to White- 

cap" " The Denford Boys" e f c. 



§H — er — what do you say ?" 
The suddenly awakened gentleman 
rubbed his eyes, stifled a yawn, and 
looked up at Arthur inquiringly. 
' ' I asked if you were not Mr. Paul Beaver ?" 
repeated the latter, trying to decide whether the 
other's voice was a fa- 
miliar one or not. 

' ' Paul Beaver ? Why 
no, never heard of the 
man. My name is Ben- 
jamin Gray. Do I 
look like Mr. Beaver ? 
Ahem, I'm sorry for 
him," and the red 
haired gentleman smiled 
pleasantly at his own 

41 Yonkers !" called 
out the brakeman. 

" There's something 
queer a b o ut this,'' 
thought Arthur, rap- 
idly. " If this fellow 
doesn't know Beaver, 
what is he doing with 
his trunk ? I've half a 
mind to go on to Tarry- 
town, so as to have a 
chance to investigate 
further. I can pay the 
extra fare when the 
conductor comes 

The half mind be- 
came a whole one when 
he discovered that the 
large lady was a You- 
kers passenger, and that 
her departure left him 
the chance of continuing 
his conversation with 
Mr. Gray more com- 
fortably. So he slipped 
into the vacant seat as 
soon as her skirts had 
cleared the space. 

" Oh, I don't know 
Mr. Beaver very well," 
he said, replying to the 
other's question. " I 
want to see him on a 
matter of business. He 
isn't a personal friend, 
whose looks I could 
easily remember." 

"What made you 
take me for him, then ?" 
asked Mr. Gray quickly. 

Poor Arthur ! He 
ought to have been pre- 
pared for this question, 
but he wasn't. 

" If I tell him that 
I've been acting the 

part of a spy on Beaver's trunk," he reflected, 
" he'll be put on his guard. But how else can I 
explain matters ? It's at least two seconds 
since he's asked me the question now. I've got 
to answer something, so here goes." 

" As I said," he began aloud, "I've only seen 
Mr. Beaver once or twice for a few minutes 
each time, and while I was in the baggage room 
at the Grand Central I noticed that you checked 
his trunk. And I've been looking for ycu and 
him ever since. The matter on which I wish to 
see him is very important." 

" You say, young man, that I've somebody 
else's trunk ?" 

Mr. Gray turned around on Arthur so sharply 
that our friend shrank back, a little startled. 

"Well, as you are not Mr. Paul Beaver, and 
as I am positive it was his trunk I saw you 
check, it looks very likely. '' 

Arthur forced a smile with this response. As 
a matter of fact, he was in anything but mirth- 
ful humor. He felt that with every word he 
uttered he was committing more and greater 

"I've let a whole family of cats out of the 
bag," he sadly told himself, "and if some of 
'em don't scratch me, I'll get off lucky." 

He was, therefore, immensely relieved when 
the other began to laugh. 

" Well, that's one on me," he said. "Won't 
Hester run me when I tell her of it ! I must 
go to the baggage master and see about having 
the mistake rectified at once. I beg your par- 
don," and hurriedly rising, Mr. Gray squeezed 
past Arthur, and left the car by the forward 

At the same moment the conductor came 

along and asked Seymour for his ticket. Of 
course, having bought one for Yonkers, he was 
now compelled to put his hand in his pocket to 
pay for the distance he had ridden beyond that 

" Is it possible I have come all this way on a 
wild goose chase ?" he said to himself, as he 
counted out enough money to carry him to 
Tarrytown. " But that fellow's voice, or one 
very like it, I have certainly heard before. Can 
it be that it is Beaver himself in disguise ?" 

Inspired by the thought, Arthur made a rush 
for the door and hurried through the train 
towards the baggage car. But before he reached 
the latter a stop was made at a small place be- 
tween Yonkers and Tarrytown. 

It was a very brief one and almost before they 
had come to a standstill the wheels of the train 
were in motion again. 

" He may have got off here," was the possi- 
bility that suddenly flashed over Arthur. 

He ducked his head so as to look out of a 
window and caught fleeting glimpses of a plaid 

With a bound he rushed for the nearest door, 
and as the headway was as yet very slight, 
swung himself to the ground before the rear 
car was clear of the platform. But when he 
turned around the man in the ulster had van- 

After another searching glance around the 
apartment, Seymour shrugged his shoulders 
and went outside again. The sight of the little 
girl with the perambulator, who was within 
speaking distance, suggested a new method of 
gaining some light on the mystery. 

" Did you see anybody get off that train that 
just went up toward Tarrytown ?" he inquired 
of her, taking off his hat with great politeness. 

The girl stopped and stared at him with 
round eyes and open mouth for an instant, then 
said " Oh, yes, I did see somebody jump off." 

"Good. Where did he go ? What became 
of him ?" 

Arthur was so very eager that the little girl 
became somewhat nervous and stepped around 
in front of the perambulator with a show of 
defending her charge from a possibly impend- 
ing onslaught. 

"Why, don't you know where he went '" she 
asked innocently. 

" Of course I don't." 

"That's funny," and the girl actually looked 
as if she were about to laugh in his face. 

"But it's very important that I should find 
the man," Arthur replied, inclined to be rather 
provoked at the little girl's manner. Besides, 
he felt that each moment was so much precious 
time lost from the chase. 

Now the child was really laughing, and al- 

" Hold on," interposed Arthur; "I didn't 
want you to describe my looks. It may grow to 
be embarrassing, you know." 

The girl said nothing, but stared first at the 
dime in her hand and then at Arthur. 

Suddenly an unwelcome light broke in on the 

. "Great Hercules!" he exclaimed. "I be- 
lieve it was me you saw get off that train." 

"Yes," was the meek reply; "that's what 
made me think it funny for you to ask." 

I'VE come ALL this way for you and I'm not going TO LET YOU GO," CRIED ARTHUR 

"Well, that's the queerest !'' he exclaimed, 
looking as astonished as if he had put his hand 
over a fly and then discovered that it had magi- 
cally disappeared. 

On one side of him was the river, and it 
was evident at a glance that the indi- 
vidual he wanted was not there. To be sure, 
in the other direction there was a patch of 
woods, but Arthur was positive that there had 
not been time for the most fleet footed runner to 
reach them from the moment when he glanced 
out of the car windows to the instant he had 
sprung from the train and turned around. 

A road wound up from the railroad track 
back into the country, but there was neither 
horse, wagon nor man on it — nothing but a 
little girl in a red hood slowly coming down, 
pushing a baby carriage before her. 

"Perhaps he's gone into the waiting room," 
and Arthur hastened to investigate. 

But the interior of the little station was as 
quiet as a farmer's bedroom at midday in hay- 
ing time. There was not even the click of the 
telegraph instrument to break the silence and 
Arthur was obliged to speak twice before he 
succeeded in attracting the attention of the 
ticket agent, who was deeply absorbed in his 
account book. 

"Did you see a gentleman get off the train 
that just went by ?" he inquired. 

"The Croton accommodation, you mean ?" 

"Yes, if that's what you call it. Did any- 
body come in here that got off it just now ?" 

" You're the first person that has been in this 
room for two hours," replied the agent, adding 
with a smile : " This isn't exactly a Grand Cen- 
tral Depot." 

though Seymour had the highest respect and re- 
gard for the fair sex, he never felt so much like 
shaking anybody in his life as he did that little 
girl in the red hood. 

" Can't you tell me which way the gentleman 
went ?" he persisted, trying to stifle his wrath. 

The girl's face suddenly sobered and she be- 
gan backing away from her questioner, pushing 
the perambulator behind her. 

"Great heavens !" muttered Arthur, under his 
breath, "can that child be an accomplice of 
Beaver's ? Is it possible he has bribed her not 
to betray him ?" 

The notion was too preposterous to be enter- 
tained for a moment. Nevertheless it suggested 
an expedient to him. 

Taking a dime out of his pocket he hurried 
after the retreating young lady and holding it 
up so that she could see the sunshine glitter on 
its silveriness, said coaxingly : ' ' You like choco- 
late creams, I know, and there must be a candy 
shop within a mile or so. I'll give you this so 
that you can make yourself a present of some if 
you'll quit fooling and tell me straight out 
what that fellow looked like and which way he 

"Oh, I can tell you what he looked like," 
answered the girl, adding, with a quick catch- 
ing of her breath: "Maybe he is your twin 
brother and I didn't happen to be looking when 
he went away." 

" My twin brother ! What on earth do you 
mean ?" 

"Why he had on the same kind of hat, and a 
coat with a cape to it just like yours, and he 
wasn't any taller, and his hair was the same 



" 1 WONDER if I hadn't better offer my 
L services to Pinkerton as a detective of the 
if most original methods yet invented — one 
actually able to shadow my own move- 
ments !" 

Thus reflected Arthur after the humiliating 
discovery recorded at the close of the preceding 

" But that Beaver-Gray, whoever he is, this . 
doesn't explain what became of him," rte 
quickly reflected. 

Then turning to the little girl again, who had 

meanwhile been regarding him with a strange 

mixture of amusement and awe, he said frankly: 

" It was terribly stupid of me not to remember 

that you might have 

seen me get off the cars 

as well as the next man. 

But are you sure you 

didn't see anybody 

else ?" 

" Yes, I saw another 
man, but he wasn't 
getting off the train. 
He got on the very last 
car, when it was going 
real fast." 

" Did you notice what 
color coat he had on ?" 
Arthur spoke breath- 
lessly, and his eyes di- 
lated under the strong 
excitement that sud- 
denly took possession of 

" It was a big, long 
one, with squares all 
over it, something like 
a checker board." 

" Great Cassar, won't 
somebody please call 
me an idiot, a donkey, a 
jackanapes of the first 
water ? That fellow 
must have seen me walk 
from the forward car, 
and then swung him- 
self back on to the rear 
one. No wonder I 
couldn't see him any- 
where about the station. 
I dare say if I'd have 
looked after the train I 
might have had a view 
of him dancing a jig of 
derision on the back 

Arthur was so thor- 
oughly disgusted with 
himself that he braced 
his back against the 
nearest telegraph pole, 
and fell to kicking the 
gravel with the toe of 
his shoe like a disgusted 
small boy. 

" But I won't give it 
up," he muttered after a 
minute, as the thunder 
of an approaching train, 
northward bound, shook 
the earth. " That very 
act of his shows him to 
be a fugitive. I know 

where his trunk is checked, and " 

The oncoming train shot past the little way 
station like a flash, and Arthur's spirits flagged 

"Wonder how long I'll have to fret and fume 
in this half horse place ?" he asked himself, 
then deciding that the ticket agent was a more 
proper person to whom to put the question, he 
said; "Good by, and much obliged" to the 
little girl, and hastened once more to the wait- 
ing room. 

Here he ascertained that the next train for 
Sing Sing would not be along for an hour. 

" Time enough for me to get some dinner," 
Arthur reflected, "and to telegraph mother 
what has become of me. I'll attend to the last 
matter first," and asking for a blank he wrote 
out the following, which he sent C. O. D., feel- 
ing that he ought to be sparing of every cent : 

Am on my way to Sing Sing on important busi- 
ness for Allan. May not be back till tomorrow. 
Don't worry. Have money. 

Arthur Seymour. 
" And now," he added, as he handed in the 
dispatch, " where is the nearest hotel ?" 
" In Yonkers." 

"Yonkers !" exclaimed Arthur. " Why, that 
must be two or three miles from here." 
" About two." 

" But isn't there any place around here where 
I could get something to eat ?" 

" There isn't any hotel, and the boarding 
houses aren't open this time of year." 

But after a little further conversation the 
ticket agent thought his wife could tide our 
friend over his predicament. The house was 
less than an eighth of a mile from the station, 



jV'tTMfifck 2?«, 

and furnished with a note from the husband, 
Seymour made haste to present himself there. 

A neat lunch of cold roast beef, marmalade, 
crackers and cheese was provided for him with 
railroad promptness, and although it was 
rather embarrassing to have the little girl of the 
red hood — who turned out to be the station 
master's daughter — sit on the edge of a chair 
and watch every mouthful as if she was either 
awed by his appetite or had been commissioned 
to see that he did not slip a spoon up his coat 
sleeve — in spite of this drawback, Arthur could 
not readily recall to mind another meal that had 
tasted so good to him. 

As he insisted on paying for it, twenty five 
cents was the tariff fixed upon, and after be- 
stowing this sum, with many thanks, on his 
hostess, Arthur hastened back to the station 
again, where he was just in time to board his 

He had bought a ticket for Sing Sing — grow- 
ing rather red as he mentioned the name — and 
occupied the time during the trip — which was 
but a brief one — in planning what he would do 
in case he should not find his man at the end of 

" He's a cunning one, to rush off for the last 
place where anybody would think of looking for 
him," he mused. " I dare say it is only a blind, 
and he's going to get away again just as soon as 
he fancies he's thrown us off the scent. But 
perhaps I can trace him by his trunk. Wonder 
what Al thinks of my rushing off this way ? I'll 
certainly have a big story to tell him when I get 
back. " 

The conductor's cry of " Sing Sing'' cut 
short his meditations and made action the order 
of the hour. 

His first proceeding on alighting from the 
cars was to look into all the waiting rooms on 
the chance that Beaver, for he was now pretty 
positive that Gray, was a name assumed along 
with the red hair, confident that his ruse just 
beyond Yonkers had been successful, might be 
lurking about until he could get a train that 
would carry him further up the river. 

But Arthur saw no signs of the queer col- 
ored coat. 

" Another cute trick of the wily rascal's," the 
boy told himself. "He thinks that no detec- 
tive would spot a man who travels about with 
such a ' Here I am' look about his clothes as 

" The next thing on the programme is to in- 
vestigate the baggage room and — great Caesar, 
there he is now, getting his trunk rechecked. 
' Hist,' as the villain says in the play, till I steal 
up softly before he sees me, and find out where 
he is going next," 

Suiting the action directly to the word, Ar- 
thur kept directly behind " his man" until he 
got close enough to read the name "Albany" 
on the check he was about to slip into his 

Then pulling himself together for all he was 
worth, as he afterwards expressed it, he touched 
the sleeve of the conspicuous coat and said : 
" Mr. Beaver, will you please tell me what you 
did with those M., S. P. and B. bonds you took 
from Mr. Trent's safe ?" 

The other turned quickly, then, seeing who it 
was, smiled in the blandest fashion, and ex- 
claimed in an off hand way : " Ah, we meet 
again, do we ? I'm ever so much obliged for 
telling me about that trunk affair. I fixed it all 

Arthur was so nonplused by the other's con- 
summate coolness that he was rendered speech- 
less ; then realizing that the man was hurrying 
past him, he quickened his own steps and once 
more touching him on. the arm, lowered his 
voice to a significant whisper and repeated his 
demand : " What did you do with those bonds, 
Paul Beaver ? You see it is useless for you to 
keep on the mask." 

" Ha, ha ! very well done," laughed this most 
singular villain. "Practicing up for amateur 
theatricals, eh ? But I have an engagement up 
in the town. Good afternoon." 

Arthur was by this time so exasperated and 
had moreover already allowed so many oppor- 
tunities to slip that he had grown desperate. 

Using both hands, he took a tighter clutch on 
the Beaver-Gray arm and cried out : " No, you 
don't, Beaver. I've come all this way for you 
and I'm not going to let you go." 

" Boy, this is nonsense," retorted the other, 
still remaining so provokingly calm, although 
Arthur, even in his excitement, noticed that he 
grew perceptibly pale. "You should confine 
your dramatic flights to the parlor." 

By this time a Crowd of porters, passengers 
and station loungers had gathered round the 
two, and the first thing Arthur knew, somebody 
was pulling at his arm, trying to make him 
loose his hold on Beaver. 

"Don't let him go; call a policeman," he 
cried, his cheeks burning, his eyes flashing and 
his breath coming in quick pants. 

" What's the matter, young feller ?" inquired 
one of the porters. " Has somebody stole your 
watch ?" 

" No, but this man has stolen $200,000 worth 
of railroad bonds and he's trying to get to 
Canada with them." 

" Why he must be raving crazy," put in the 
smooth tongued Gray; "I can prove by the 
conductor of the train I came up on that he sat 
in the same train with me and we were the best 
of friends. I do not understand what has 
driven him to this sad state. Do any of you 
here know who he is ?" 

11 Nobody but you," once more broke out 
Arthur. " Weren't you satisfied with commit- 
ting one crime, but must add another one to 

it f* Then turning to the crowd, Seymour 
went on rapidly : " I tell you he's a criminal 
fleeing the country in disguise. If you want 
proof just knock off his hat and see if he hasn't 
got a wig on !" 

The young porter who had already spoken 
stepped forward in response to this suggestion, 
and whipping off the square topped derby as 
quick as a wink, took a good pull at the auburn 

" No, they're real and fast enough," he an- 
nounced, as poor Gray uttered a squeal of 

Arthur looked blank 



" y^j^HIS is a criminal assault, but consider- 
fV m £ tne fellow's youth and evident re- 
3r spectability, I will not press the 

Thus quoth Mr. Gray, when he had recovered 
from the paroxysm into which the hair test had 
thrown him. 

" Take your hands off the gentleman, young 
man," added the porter, who had now veered 
around to the enemy. "If you don't, we're 
mighty convenient to the State's boarding 

" But I tell you if he isn't the man that stole 
the bonds he is an accomplice," persisted 
Arthur, beginning to recover from the confusion 
into which the discovery that Gray's hair was all 
his own had thrown him. 

" Oh, that's too thin," ejaculated a man in a 
blue checked shirt. "You're hedging now. 
Let go of the gentleman, I say." 

For, with a strong sense of the loyalty due his 
chum, Seymour had still retained his hold on 
the broad checked sleeve. 

" If you'll keep him here till I explain, I'll let 
go," he now made answer. 

" Let himgo^Isay!" fairly yelled the man in 
the checked shirt, and winking to his companion 
porter to take the left side, he himself took the 
right, and between them poor Arthur was 
thrust backward with a force that he afterward 
described as " of forty elephant power." 

After one or two wild, windmill-like wavings 
of the arms, he submitted to the inevitable with 
as good a grace as he could muster, and even 
caught himself wondering what Jessie Deane 
and her friend Dora would say if they should 
see him now. 

" This ramer overtops the Pixey express 
wagon act, I think," he said to himself, as he 
relaxed his muscles and gave himself up to the 
tender mercies of the Sing Sing porters. 

"So you're going to let that villain escape, 
are you ?" he asked, turning to the one who had 
pulled Mr. Gray's hair for him. 

''''That wilyun ?" was the reply. "Why, 
Jim and I are just wonderin' what goin's to be 
done with this wilyun here at ween us, eh, 

"Almost a clear case of 'sault and battery, 
Mike," responded Jim. " But if he's quiet and 
behaves like a gentleman we might let him down 

" But would you feel like being quiet when a 
man that's stolen $200,000 from a friend of 
yours and that you had tracked all the way 
from Brooklyn, and gone hungry to keep in 
sight, and run the risk of breaking your neck in 
jumping off the train after, is let get away be- 
fore your eyes ?" 

Arthur was so excited and spoke so fast that 
his words tumbled over one another in rather a 
break neck sort of fashion. 

" But you had one good try at him and 
slipped up on your proof," retorted Mike. 

He and Jim had backed Arthur out into the 
gentlemen's waiting room, where they had 
plumped him down on a settee and seated them- 
selves as guards, one on either side of him. 

The crowd of course had followed, and Sey- 
mour reminded himself of some " freak " in a 
dime museum, with the eyes of fifteen or twenty 
men, women and children centered on htm. 

" What's he done, ma ?" he heard one small 
boy say in a loud whisper. " Did they bring 
him up on the train to the big prison ? I don't 
see any iron things on his wrists." 

"Take warning, my son," was the reply. 
"See what a pure and innocent face he has, 
and yet look to what he has brought himself." 

"Oh, Bab," cried one stylishly attired young 
lady to a friend. " Isn't it dreadful ? I didn't 
know they sent such young boys to Sing Sing. 
And," lowering her voice a trifle, "he's real 
handsome too. What do you suppose he's 

done ? Not mur " Here the voice fell away 

to a whisper, and the two girls retreated with a 
visible shudder. 

" Gee — whizz ! " muttered poor Arthur under 
his breath. "This is growing to be a little 
more than I bargained for. What if they 
should clap me into the State's hotel ! " 

Then turning to Mike, he inquired meekly : 
" Well, what are you going to do with me ?" 

" Well, seein' as you seem to be a purty nice 
sort o' fellow when you're quieted down, I guess 
we can take our hands off and keep only our 
eyes on you till one or the other of you two 
fightin' cocks clears off," responded the good 
natured porter. 

"All right. I suppose there'll be nothing 
criminal about my sending a telegram, will 
there ? " and Arthur got up and walked off to 
the telegraph window. 

As a matter of course a great part of the 
crowd followed him, but he didn't mind that. 
He was full of a new scheme for circumventing 
Gray that had just occurred to him. 

Taking Up the pad of blanks he wrote rapidly 
as follows ; Tkbnt, Columbia Hkionts, Brooklyn. N. Y. 
See your father's lawyer and have a warrant of 
detention for one Benjamin Gray, about forty, red- 
dish hair, plaid overcoat, telegraphed to chief of 
police at Albany. Train due at nine tonight. Will 
follow him there. Send instructions. 

Arthur Skymock. 

" Hello, what'sthis ? " exclaimed theoperator, 
when he had read the dispatch, which Arthur 
hoped neither Mike nor Jim would want to see. 
But these two worthies were so busily engaged 
in answering the countless questions rained 
upon them by the curious passengers that they 
had their eyes and tongues full for the time 

"How much is it? "he asked, ignoring the 
man's comment and taking out a roll of bills. 

Just as he was counting his change a train 
rolled up to the station. 

"I mustn't show myself to Gray this time," 
he told himself, so he tried to curb his impa- 
tience, and after leaving the telegraph window, 
sauntered to the rear of the waiting room. 

Jim and Mike had both been summoned back 
to their duties, and in the hurry and bustle of 
the incoming train the late " little unpleasant- 
ness " appeared to have been forgotten. 

"I'll try to run things on a slightly more 
business-like basis," was the resolution Arthur 
had made. " I might have known that I couldn't 
do without the law. That's mighty queer about 
Gray's hair, but his eyes and his voice are Bea- 
ver's. I'm as certain as can be. I don't believe 
he knows that /know he's rechecked that trunk 
for Albany, and I'll take pains he doesn't see 
me get on the train." 

Just before the latter started, he rushed out 
and swung himself on to the rear platform, and 
three minutes later was comfortably settled in a 
seat to himself. 

lie drew a long breath of satisfaction and re- 
lief, as he put his hat in his lap and leaned his 
head back against the window moulding. 

"Well, I have had a day of it with a ven- 
geance," he reflected, *' and it's only four o'clock 
now. Time enough yet for a good many more 
lively acts to be played in my little detective 
drama. I s'pose I'll have to stay in Albany till 
morning. But what a story I'll have to tell Al 
when I get back ! " 

Having settled for his fare with the conductor, 
he fell to wondering over the strangeuess of the 
quest in which he was engaged, until the rhyth- 
mic rattle of the wheels and the weariness in- 
duced by his exciting adventures sent him off 
into a doze in the course of which dreams of 
plaid haired men in red coals mingled strangely 
with visions of railroad porters in blue checked 
tights turning handsprings over a pile of Sara- 

And somehow all the while he was dimly con- 
scious of the names of the different stations as 
they were called out by the brakeman, so that 
after Hudson was passed he roused himself to 
be ready for the arrival at Albany. 

" I'll try and keep in the background as much 
as possible," he decided, "till after the officers 
have nabbed their man. As soon as the train 
stops I'll rush into the telegraph office and see 
if Allan has sent those instructions I asked for." 

The train was some two minutes late when 
the lights of the massive capitol came in sight. 

" So much the better," mused Arthur. " It'll 
give all the more time for Al to have got things 
in shape. Even if he hasn't had a chance to see 
the lawyer, he'll surely be able to send me some 
kind of directions. Won't I be a happy youth 
when Mr. Paul Beaver Benjamin Gray is safely 
lodged in jail, and won't I celebrate my long de- 
layed triumph by a big supper at the Delavan ! " 

He was so excited that he could not sit still, 
but while the train was crossing the bridge went 
out and stood on the platform. As soon as the 
cars came to a standstill he sprang off. 

"Have you got a telegram for Arthur Sey- 
mour ? " he cried breathlessly, bursting into the 
waiting room. 

"Yes, one just arrived," and the clerk handed 
out a sheet which had not yet been folded. 

Arthur took it, ran his eye over the words 
rapidly, while the color faded from his cheeks. 
This is what he read : 

Arthur Seymour, 

N. Y. C. Railroad Station, Albany. 
Come back at once. Father gone. Have no 
proof that note was forged. Allan Trent. 

"What does it mean ?" muttered the boy. 
" Father gone " 

At that instant he heard some one exclaim : 

"Why, Arthur, you here ?" 

Turning quickly, he found himself face to 
face with Agnes Trent, and one glance told 
Arthur that she was quite ignorant of what had 
happened at home. 

(To be continued?) 


BY' ( . KINNEY. 

When the humid shadows hover 

Over all the starry spheres 
And the melancholy darkness 

Gently weeps in rainy tears, 
What a bliss to press the pillow 

Of a cottage chamber bed 
And lie listening to the natter 

Of the soft rain overhead ! 
Every tinkle on the shingles 

Has an echo in the heart ; 
And a thousand dreamy fancies 

Into busy being start, 
And a thousand recollections 

Weave their air threads into woof, 
As I listen to the patter 

Of the rain upon the roof. 

[This stnry commenced in No, 266. j 




Author of" Van,'" " In Southern Seas," " 7'he 
Mystery 0/ a Diamond" etc., etc. 


Misdirected energy is generally sad, but it is 
sometimes laughable, as in the case of the young 
wife who volunteered to help her husband along 
by setting type on his country weekly. The Troy 
Standard shows its readers how she succeeded 
with a wedding notice that came in during her hus- 
band's absence : 

maRIED: at Tqe ReSpencE Of j.he BriDes 
Pa8entsts on wenday eveng Sep! E8o 7881 Mr! Jnho 
jacknos to mi78 ka!y naRt.u? the Cersm Gy— was 
leffrom by Raw; mR Deeen Inn the resence oF a 
large number of FReidsn of the gnuoy couple & 
was a beRyy joyful Occasino. Mr. anD mrss will 
Be at Hoera to the.r fri,s at 874 bath $t aftr octo, 



T7J5THREE days after the tragedy described at 
'■tO the close of the last chapter, three mount- 
^ ed horsemen, accompanied by a heavily 
loaded burro, struck a branch of the 
trail leading from Independence City southward 
to Hawley. 

For the first time since leaving Bragg City, 
weeks before, their eves were gladdened by the 
sight of wagon trains moving between the two 
points of civilization represented by the frontier 
and mining towns I have named. 

A creaking " prairie schooner," drawn by six 
gaunt looking mules, lumbered heavily along in 
one direction. Behind it came two cows, and a 
shepherd dog or two following at the heels of 
the proprietor of the team, who walked along- 
side, while the wife and family of children stared 
at the strangers from under the wagon tilt. 

From time to time they passed freighting 
teams loaded down with wool, mounted sheep 
tenders bound to distant ranches, and trappers 
driving before them broncos weighed down with 
pelts. Finally a six horse trader's wagon, whose 
driver rode the nigh wheeler and guided the 
team by horse and whip, hove in sight. 

Stores ? Well, the keen eyed trader ' ' reck- 
oned " he could spare enough to last the three 
back to Bragg City — at a slight advance of fifty 
per cent on Bragg City prices, however. 

But it is needless to remark that there was no 
haggling on the part of the purchasers. Nearly 
a week of meat diet, without flour, coffee, 
bacon, or hardtack, to say nothing of such luxu- 
ries as canned goods, had sharpened their appe- 
tites to such an extent that even a higher price 
would have been paid unquestioningly for the 
stores in question. 

Another burro was purchased from a cattle 
dealer on his way to Independence City with a 
drove of those useful but unornamental beasts 
of burden, and on its back the provisions were 
packed. And with the Nez Perce reserve in 
view as a resting place for a day or two, the 
lucky prospectors again took up their line of 

That evening, after a most substantial sup- 
per, Rob got out the battered violin, which for 
days had slumbered voiceless and tuneless in 
the green baize bag. 

But the magic touch of the bow cailed out 
the melody that had been not dead but sleeping 
in its casket. 

Never had Rob seemed to throw such joyous 
energy into his playing. Everything that he 
could remember in the way of tunes which 
were suggestive of life and animation flowed in 
spirited measure from the vibrant strings. It 
was one way he had of expressing his jubilant 

But suddenly he stopped for a brief moment, 
and then began playing " Robin Adair," accom- 
panying the familiar tune with the words which 
had come to him from the borders of dream- 

"Why, that isn't the song you and I used to 
sing in New Orleans," exclaimed Chip, raising 
himself from his saddle pillow and staring at 
Rob. " It's something you've made up your- 

Rob slowly returned the instrument to its 
covering and laid it aside. 

"No," he said, quietly. " It came to me one 
night while you two were asleep, and / was 
awake." And then for the first time he nar- 
rated the incident connected with the song. 

Chip was first to break the silence that en- 

" Rob," he said, hesitatingly, "I've got kind 
of a — confession to make." 

" Go ahead," was the surprised response. 
'You know when Brayton was shot at the 
Bonanza ranch ? " 
" Yes." 

"And 3'ou asked if there were any papers 
found on him — anything to tell who he was ? " 

"There wasn't anything of that kind. But 
the Russia leather pocketbook with the minin' 
stock in it had a newspaper clipping in one of 
the pockets. You never happened to see it. I 
did. I've read it. It's here." And, producing 
the notecase originally taken from Dare's tin 
trunk, Chip extracted the paragraph in ques- 
tion, which he silently extended to his friend. 




Drawing nearer to the bia?e, Rob, with a sin- 
gular mixture of emotions, read as follows : 

The readers of the JVmus may remember the ab- 
duction of little Robby De Lancy, only child of 
Robert De Lancy of this city, a' few years ago. 
In boldness of conception the affair almost rivaled 
the Charlie Ross case. Briefly suited, the circum- 
stances were these. The little boy, ihen in his 
fourth year, while playing- near the house, was 
taken away in a buggy driven by two men- one of 
whom was recognized as the notorious Miguel Vc- 
lasco, a well known New Orleans criminal, while 
his companion is supposed to be an adventurer 
named Dare, who has a number of aliases. Every 
effort was made to trace the villainous abductors, 
but in vain. Mr. De Lancy, who will be remem- 
bered as one of the finest amateur musicians in the 
city, spent a fortune in his unceasing efforts to ob- 
tain a clew to the whereabouts of his lost boy. His 
wife died literally of a broken heart, while he, re- 
duced to comparative poverty, was obliged to play 
professionally for a livelihood. 

Now comes the peculiar part of the story. Last 
week he received a letter to this effect : That his 
boy was alive and well. That owing to the vigi- 
lance of detectives the abductors had never been 
able to open proper negotiations without danger 
of exposing their whereabouts. They now offer 
these terms: For the sum of ten thousand dol- 
lars, and a free pardon from the Governor of 
the State, they will return the boy— now a young 
man in his sixteenth year— to his parents, through 
such agencies as they themselves will select. The 
writer frankly stated that their onty object had 
been to secure a large ransom, and they had re- 
gretted ever having gone into so dangerous a busi- 
ness. The letter was dated at New Orleans, and 
an obscure address given. Mr. De Lancy has left 
for that city, hoping in some way he may be able 
to make a compromise, though with but little 
hopes, as his means are so nearly exhausted. He 
has friends in that city who may aid him, and we 
learn that in any event he will probably remain 
there indefinitely, teaching and filling professional 
engagements. We only wish the villains could be 
apprehended. Hanging is too good for the authors 
of such a crime. 

Rob was a long time silent. Indeed, he could 
not trust his voice to speak. His mother, then, 
whom he could not remember, was in heaven f 
his father reduced to poverty perhaps, homeless 
certainly. And he, Rob, had wealth enough at 
command to make them both independent for 

" Why didn't you show me this — when you 
first discovered it, Chip ? " he asked. 

For the first time in Rob's remembrance Chip 
showed visible signs of embarrassment. 

"I — I — was afraid you'd throw up the trip 
and go scooting back to New Orleans," he said, 
rather shamefacedly. 

" Then, again," Chip went on, as Rob made 
no response, "I kind of reasoned that three or 
four weeks wouldn't make any great difference, 
and taking the chances of finding the El Dora- 
do, why, you'd better have a pile of money in 
your pocket when you came to hunt up your 
father, seeing he was so poor, and — " 

"I guess that'll do for excuses," interrupted 
Rob, who at first was considerably vexed at hav- 
ing been thus kept in ignorance as to the exist- 
ence and whereabouts of the parent of whom 
he had no recollection. 

Vet, after all, Chip was right in one point — 
it was better as regarded the matter of abun- 
dant means. Gradually Rob accepted the situ- 
ation with his usual philosophy. 

"And all this time you've been playin' your 
father's fiddle — well, well ! " 

This was Bunyap's sole wondering interjec- 
tion when a little later he learned the singular 
story. He did not appear greatly surprised that 
Dar'e and Miggles had been Rob's abductors. 

"Men that would make counterfeit money 
were bad enough for anything," he said, "an 
what most s'prises me is that you didn't mistrust 
they'd stole you long before you did." 

"It was having the fe.'er which left my 
memory a blank ; most young fellows would 
have remembered something of their childhood 
that would have roused their suspicions when 
they grew older, but I never did," was Rob's 

And it was a long time before he closed his 
eyes in slumber. 



T"Jf2 HE men of the Nez Perce reserve call 
fM; themselves "braves" for the most part. 

J® They remind one of the regiment men- 
tioned by Artemas Ward as numbering 
no private soldiers, and consisting entirely of 
commissioned officers. 

Being braves they naturally have a contempt 
for manual labor. Although metaphorically 
they have turned their scalping knives into corn 
cutters and their lance heads into harvesting 
sickles, they are averse to using them. 

Woman, they think, was made to bear the 
heat and burden of the day. And not only 
must she attend to the wants of her household, 
but, since the white man has decreed that the 
Indian's corn bread must be earned by the 
sweat of his brow — the women must earn it. 

So at harvest time, the Nez Perce braves get 
up hunting parties, or make visitations to some 
friendly reservation so far away that their return 
will not be expected till after harvest. It luckily 
happened that Bunyap's party reached the val- 
ley of peace during harvest. The masculine 
element was represented only by a score or so of 
very old men and a small regiment of boys un- 
der sixteen. 

I say luckily, for the reason that I have not 
the respect for Indian morals in a semicivilized 
state that others may have. Certain it is, I 
should not care to spend a night or two on any 
reservation in the country having with me gold 

fn a considerable amount — especially if the latter 
fact were known. Nor on some white men's 
reservations, either. 

As I say, the women were doing the harvest- 
ing, with a few exceptions. Wanita's mother, 
whose name was Xokomis, was one. 

Xokomis, being' a well to do woman, with 
horses in the corral and cattle on a thousand 
hills — more or less — hired her harvesting done. 
And as for letting her Wanita do menial work, 
such a thing wasn't to be thought of. Wanita 
was the apple of Xokomis's eye. 

And it so chanced that on the day when, 
dusty and travel stained, the party made their 
appearance in the settlement, Wanita, dressed 
as picturesquely and far more tastily than the 
conventional Indian maiden of the stage, was 
sitting outside the door of her mother's cabin. 
The dwelling boasted a small porch overrun 
with wild madeira vines and creeping jenny, a 
spare room, and an Indian " hired help" in the 
lean to kitchen at the rear. 

Nokomis was away at the wheat field superin- 
tending her laboresses. And if you will believe 
me, Wanita was — sewing. 

I know this is contrary to anything in Indian 
lore, but you must remember I am writing 
.argely of fact, not fiction. And Wanita's ex- 
perience at that most useful and interesting of 
institutions — the Carlisle school for Indians- 
had been of inestimable value to her in many 

But there is something more. Wanita had a 
— I came very near saying a " beau " — which 
would have given some funny reader a chance to 
remark something relating to arrows. Or at 
least about having two strings to one's bow. 

No, Wanita had a masculine visitor, who, 
like Longfellow's Hiawatha, was 

" From another tribe and country, 
Young and tall and very handsome." 
That is, not from another country exactly, but 
another reservation. In fact, it was no other 
than Stefano, the elder of Mrs. Roth's step- 

For human nature is very much the same in 
most climes and races. Stefano had met pretty 
Wanita at the Carlisle school, had admired her 
as a mother of course, and this was his second 
visit to the Nez Perce village. And to judge 
by subsequent events, he meant business. 

Very demure looked pretty Wanita, whose 
soft black hair was plaited into one thick braid, 
instead of flowing unconfined as when Chip 
first met her. There was a little dimple at 
either corner of her small mouth which showed 
itself when she smiled. And this she did quite 
often, for Stefano seemed to be very entertain- 

Now, the Nez Perce dialect and that of the 
Navaos differ widely. So that Wanita and 
Stefano were talking in common place English, 
which each spoke indifferently well. Or rather 
Stefano did most of the talking, while Wanita 
listened or replied in low monosyllables. 

Stefano, leaning forward a little upon the 
bench they were sitting on, was telling Wanita 
of his father's recent generosity in giving him a 
small cattle ranch, well stocked, in the most 
fertile part of the reservation. He had also an 
interest in a silver mine of which his father 
owned several shares. In fact Stefano — though 
much more poetically than I am putting it — 
said he had everything heart could wish except- 
ing a 

And here he stopped with a great sigh. But 
if he expected Wanita to add the withheld 
word, Stefano was mistaken. 

Yet the picturesque garb worn by the young 
man should of itself have assisted Stefano's 
suit — if I may thus speak. For on festive oc- 
casions he wore the dress of a Mexican haci- 
endo, which is rather striking to say the least. 
A short, black velveteen jacket with big silver 
buttons, over a white shirt with an embroidered 
front, tight riding trousers seamed with silver 
buttons, and top boots reaching to his knees. 
The revolver at his hip was ivory handled and 
silver mounted ; and his light green sombrero 
was banded with four coils of gold cord. 

I am particular in this description for the 
sake of contrast, to be shown further on. And 
I incline to think Stefano looked upon his out- 
ward adornment with great complacency. 

" All my heart shall desire," he repeated after 
a little pause — " except a wife." 

He spoke the last word so low that possibly 
Wanita did not hear it. If she did, she made 
no sign. Her sewing had dropped idly in her 
lap. She was gazing toward the entrance to the 
village with a curious far away look in her deep, 
dark eyes. I am inclined to fancy that for the 
moment she was not thinking of Stefano at 

Stefano perhaps was encouraged by her si- 
lence. He drew a little nearer and took her 
small brown hand in his own. And it was that 
very moment that Chip had chosen to present 
itself. The party of gold miners had but a 
few moments before arrived at the little stone 
watering place in the middle of the settlement. 

chip's return. 
/||>ONTRARY to Rob's advice, Chip had not 
\W) wa i tec * even t0 wash a layer or two of 
V~y dust from his sunburned face. Directed 
by a little Indian boy, he had started in 
hot haste for Nokomis's cabin. And the little 
tableau which greeted his first glance gave him 
internal sensations better imagined than de- 

Wanita snatched her hand from Stefano's 

with a little cry. But the Indian pad of her 
nature was not demonstrative. And Chp, who 
didn't understand this, felt his heart sink into 
his boots as Wanita arose and made him a prim 
little courtesy learned at the Carlisle school. 

If Stefano had not been there I think it 
would have been different. But he stood there, 
tall, handsome, and well dressed, vouchsafing 
the stiffest of nods as he recognized in Chip the 
young fellow he had seen in company with 
Bunyap some weeks before. 

And then for the first time Chip, conscious of 
his rival's gay attire, glanced himself over. His 
riding boots were broker, at the side, his riding 
overalls in rags, one sleeve of his faded blue 
shirt was half torn off, a button was gone at the 
neck, and Moses the mustang in a hungry fit 
had taken a big bite from the brim of his 
weather beaten sombrero. And everything lay 
not far from an eighth of an inch of fine gray- 
white dust. 

"Well, there isn't much show for me while 
that circus riding dressed chap is round," 
thought Chip disconsolately. And I presume 
Stefano thought exactly the same. 

For as Wanita stood waiting for Chip to 
break the silence, Stefano beckoned her to step 
behind the leafy screen before the rude ■porch. 
Half mechanically Wanita did so — Chip stand- 
ing below in an agony of jealousy and embar- 

" Never mind the dirty dressed white fellow, 
Wanita," he said in a low tone, "think of 
Stefano, who here waits his answer." 

Wanita's soul was stirred with righteous in- 

"Go!" she passionately exclaimed, and — 
alas that I should have to record ! — she moved 
suddenly away, at the same moment dealing as- 
tonished Stefano a resounding box on the ear ! 

Chip heard it distinctly. And when a mo- 
ment later Stefano, muttering Mexican or Naja- 
jo imprecations, dashed down the steps and 
past Chip himself, the dusty youth felt a trifle 

Skipping up on the porch, Chip found Wani- 
ta sitting on the bench, her pretty face hidden 
in her hands. 

"Crying because your beau's left you in a 
huff, I s'pose, Wanita," said Chip, who really 
did not believe anything of the kind. 

But Wanita did not answer. She persistently 
kept her hands before her face, and Chip saw to 
his dismay that her slight frame was agitated 
by an inward sob. 

" Wanita," cried Chip, bending over the dis- 
tressed maiden, "Wanita — say — I didn't mean 
nothing " 

The girl's fingers dropped, and lo, her pretty 
olive hued face was wreathed in smiles. 

But for all that, Chip could not shake off the 
unpleasant impression the little scene he had 
witnessed a few moments before had made 
upon him. 

" If Wanita is one of those flirty kind o 
girls — I — don't know," he thought dubiously* 
And as the idea gained ground, his manner 
grew constrained. In fact the meeting between 
the two was very unlike what Chip) — or Wanita 
perhaps — had pictured. 

Silently he returned her father's ring. He 
was thinking whether or no he should tell her 
of the tragic fate of the father whom she could 
not remember. And the thought added a grav- 
ity to his manner that Wanita misunderstood. 

"I won't bring out the bracelets just yet 
awhile. I'll wait and see if that Stefano is com- 
ing back," was his mental determination. And 
before many words had been interchanged be- 
tween the two, Nokomis came. 

"By gracious, ain't she handsome!" men- 
tally exclaimed Chip. "It's easy to see where 
Wanita got her good looks from." 

For Nokomis had been a belle of the Navajo 
tribe, from which she was expelled for marrying 
a white. She was but sixteen when she became 
Dare's wife, and at thirty three looked more like 
an older sister than the mother of pretty Wanita. 
Tall, straight as an arrow, and finely propor- 
tioned, it is no wonder her hand had been 
sought — but in vain — by the braves of the N<iz 
Perce tribe, into which she had been formally 
adopted when her child was born. 

Wanita had evidently spoken of Chip to her 
mother, who received the young stranger 
courteously. Talking English quite as well as 
her daughter, she soon monopolized the con- 
versation, especially as Wanita had subsided 
nto a quiet reserve in her manner to Chip. 

But, conscious of his dust and dilapidation, 
the latter excused himself long enough to effect 
such changes at least as soap and water would 

This was done in the empty lodge which had 
been assigned to Bunyap and Chip by one of 
the old men who represented Cloud-that-covers- 
the-sun in that gentleman's temporary absence. 

And despite the laughing allusions of his two 
companions, Chip returned to Nokomis's dwell- 
ing an hour later. 

To his surprise, Wanita was absent. She 
had gone to spend the night with one of her 
girl friends, Nokomis explained. And in her 
daughter's absence, handsome Nokomis seemed 
to use her best efforts to entertain her guest, 
who needed little prompting to enter into a 
narrative of his adventures in search of the EI 
Dorado and the wonderful results therefrom. 

These last seemed by far more important to 
his hearer than the adventures themselves. In 
her quaint broken English she drew from Chip 
an approximation to the amount of his recently 
acquired wealth. And their conversation there- 
after must have been of a highly interesting 
nature, for it was midnight when Chip, in a 

state of cofisiderabte mental excitement, re- 
turned lo the lodge where his two friends were 
sleeping soundly. 

On the following morning, Chip's two friends 
noticed that, their young companion wore a look 
which might almost be called guilty. He was 
absent minded and embarrassed in speech — in 
short entirely unlike the frank, outspoken Chip 
they had known. 

"This settin' up late with a pretty Injiu girl 
don't seem to agree with you, Chip," was the 
pointed remark of Bunyap, as the three finished 
a hearty breakfast of game brought to the cabin 
very early by Nokomis's hired help, who said 
something in the Nez Perce tongue that Bun- 
yap interpreted as " with my mistress's compli- 

"Say, Rob," Chip suddenly said, without 
heeding Bunyap's pleasantries, " I don't want 
you to think strange what I'm going to ask, but 
— how much'll be my share of the proceeds ? " 

"Why, a third, of course," was the good 
natured reply. " It's share and share alike all 
round — I thought you understood that.'' 

" And you furnishing the stamps — that is, the 
money," responded Chip, who was growing 
choice of his language, " with Bunyap here do- 
ing the guide bizness ! I guess 1 don't claim 
any tnirds if I know myself." 

" It'll be thirds or nothing," was the unmoved 
response. " But wait till we get to Bragg City 
and talk with a broker." 

Chip looked at the rafters, at the floor and 
then out of the open door of the cabin at the 
peaceful surroundings. Indian women on the 
way to the harvest fields ; flocks of cattle graz- 
ing on the uplands, children of both sexes rid- 
ing unsaddled and unbridled horses to and from 
the corral. 

" I — I guess I shan't go back to Bragg City," 
said he, faltering and affecting not to notice the 
sudden looks of amazement bent upon him. 

" Not go to Bragg City !" repeated Rob, 
" why, what do you mean ? " 

"Guess he's thinkin' of goin' into pardner- 
ships with some one here," remarked Bunyap 
with a chuckle. 

" Why — how'dj'cw know ?" ejaculated Chip, 
in a tone of astonishment. But Rob was for 
the moment speechless. Catching instantly at 
Bunyap's meaning, he stared from one to the 
other in bewilderment. 

" With — Wanita ? " he ejaculated. 

Not but that the pretty girl with white blood 
in her veins would make a suitable wife for Chip 
the waif and stray, but it was the extreme 
youth of both which made the idea so startling. 

" With Wanita ! What are you thinking of ?" 
was the somewhat impatient rejoinder. " No — 
with her mother of course." 

11 Oh, Lord," gasped Bunyap, in a voice of lu- 
dicrous dismay, "the boy's gone stark starin' 
mad — prosperity's been too much fer him ! 
With Jim Dare's widder, who must be nigh old 
enough to be his mother, for what 1 know ! 
Lord — what is this yer world comin' lo ! " 

"Are you crazy — or only joking, Chip?" 
desperately demanded Rob. 

Chip, who had turned very red, stood erect 
and on his dignity. 

"So far as I know I'm my own master," he 
replied, in a half defiant tone, "and if the — the 
lady and me are satisfied, and Wanita likes it, 
why I don't see what outsiders have to grumble 

" There, don't say no more, Chip," interposed 
Bunyap; "as you've said, you're your own 
master, an' it ain't for us to dictate. But I 
should think you'd be sorry to cut loose from 
Rob here so kind of sudden." 

" I a?n, and that's the hardest part of the 
whole thing," returned Chip, in a voice of un- 
mistakable sincerity. " But Rob's got a father 
to hunt up — and friends. I haven't had any 
one excepting Rob, till now. I kind of hanker 
to have a home and family like other folks. 
Rob'll want to take hunting trips now and then 
for the sake of old times, and Nokomis says the 
ranch is always open to any of my friends. I'm 
sorry you feel so about it, but the thing's all 
settled, and I wouldn't back out if I could. 
Now, come up to the house, and I'll introduce 
you all round." 

Bunyap excused himself on the plea of having 
to get the cattle ready for a start that afternoon. 
Rob, in a state of bewilderment too great for a 
connected speech, briefly assented. 

"You'd better take your gold along, Chip," 
he said gravely, and after a moment's hesitation 
the other decided to do so. 

The gold had been placed in three of the 
small, stout canvas sacks of equal size used for 
small stores. These were stored in the larger 
"grub bag," which formed part of the buri-o's 

I have never known definitely as to the exact 
number of pounds and ounces which the EI 
Dorado yielded the three fortunate prospectors: 

But at any rate the sack was too heavy for 
either of them to carry very far alone, and they 
both were possessed of abundant muscle. So 
they took turns, and in due time arrived at 
Chip's future home. 

Rob's astonishment at Nokomis's compara- 
tive youth and good looks was almost as great 
as at the neatness and even tasty appearance of 
the little home itself, which was very unlike his 
preconceived ideas. 

And Nokomis received the visitor with a 
native and dignity quite surprising. 'But as 
Chip allowed the bag of nuggets to fall on the 
table with a dull crash, Rob fancied he saw a 
gleam of satisfaction flash suddenly across the 
dark, handsome face. 

(7b de continued.') 



NUMBER 278. 

of her he loved, ready on the table set against 
the wall in that plain little kitchen — " I would 
give every dollar of the wealth that has flowed 
in upon me," he affirmed, "for the joy of the 
hour of that June evening in the long, long ago." 

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From time to time the Argosy has noted the 
wonderful achievements of modern surgery. 
But wonders in this direction seem never to 

The latest marvel is the case of a railroad 
man, described in the New York World, whose 
neck, right arm, both legs and five ribs were 
broken a year ago, but who is now up and able 
to travel about the country in quite a cheerful 
frame of mind. 

We say he has been up, but in deference to 
strict accuracy we may add that since he rose 
from his six months' confinement he has not 
been able to lie down. He is obliged to carry 
his head in an iron mask, and his right arm has 
now a silver joint ; but notwithstanding these 
and a few other minor drawbacks, he calls him- 
self at present, "a well man, only a little ner- 
vous and restless." 

Verily nowadays, armed with an accident in- 
surance policy, and cheered by the knowledge 
that even broken necks can be made whole 
again, the most timid need not shrink from 
traveling on single track roads. 


When early this year the appropriation for 
the carrying on of convict labor at New York's 
State prison at Sing Sing ran short, the warder 
of the jail did not dare tell the prisoners before- 
hand that on such a day work in the shops 
would be discontinued. He feared that, dread- 
ing the consequent idleness that must ensue, 
they would plot together for an uprising. The 
news, therefore, was not imparted to them until 
after they had been securely lodged in their 
cells on the night following the last day's 

This incident proves beyond dispute the 
blessedness of labor ; but, alas, too often must 
man become a law breaker to realize it 1 

Idleness wears a mask. At first glance she 
may seem very attractive, but on closer ac- 
quaintance the mask is dropped, and the dis- 
enchantment is complete. 

Thus we see that work is not only a duty ; it 
is a refuge from unutterable misery. 

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Speak kindly. This advice has a trite sound 
to it, we acknowledge, but when man is ever 
forgetting and transgressing, words of warning 
and suggestion are never stale, because always 

The gift of speech is the grand distinguishing 
mark between human beings and the brutes.' 
How careful should we be then to make a pro- 
per use of it ! 

A scientific journal cites the case of a woman, 
who, in order to shame her husband for a hasty 
utterance, answered the call of her canary bird 
in a sharp and angry tone. 

The bird, to whom she had never before 
spoken otherwise than lovingly, fluttered to the 
floor of the cage, and within five minutes was 

If dumb creatures are so sensitive to harsh 
words, what pains should we not take to avoid 
wounding our fellow mortals, many of them 
weaker and less and advantaged than ourselves, 
by thoughtless or passionate speech ! 


It is said that one of New York's most noted 
millionaires once remarked that he could wear 
but one suit of clothes at a time and had no 
greater capacity for food than his poorer neigh- 
bor, so that really he could not expend on him- 
self, in one sense of the word, over and above a 
certain fixed sum, no matter how much more he 
might possess. 

Another very wealthy man, on being asked 
what was the happiest hour of his life, replied 
that he must set it far back of the time when he 
began to be recognized as a capitalist. He said 
that memory must carry him back for it to his 
twenty first year, when he had saved up $800 
and had an annual income of $500. Then a 
little further ahead, to twelve months later, 
when he had married and secured a little cottage 
for himself and wife. Returning home to this 
after his first day's work succeeding the wedding, 
to find the evening meal, prepared by the hands 


A fortnight ago we had something to say 
concerning ways to make money. This week 
we wish to throw out a few hints on the acquire- 
ment of fame. 

A writer in an evening paper recently under- 
took to prove how even the busiest people can 
find time to read or study on some particular 
subject, the thorough mastering of which may in 
the end win them recognition and honors from 
their fellows. It is by using the odd minutes, 
while waiting for dinner or tea, time which 
would otherwise be expended in idleness. 

" Oh, what is the use of commencing any- 
thing now ?" the thought may be ; " I'll have to 
drop it right away." 

But drops of water make up the ocean and 
grains of sand the shore ; the loftiest buildings 
are built brick by brick, and the writer men- 
tioned instances, such men as Garfield, Glad- 
stone, Disraeli and Edwin Arnold, who 
achieved greatness in their several lines by 
utilizing these despised left over minutes. 


We whose lot is cast in the present age of 
mechanical marvels need not to turn to fairy tales 
for wonders. We are living in the very midst of 
them, although familiarity may have dulled our 
senses to a realization of the fact. 

What would Caesar, or Frederick the Great 
or 'the first Napoleon have said had they been 
informed that it was possible to send an impor- 
tant message to one of their generals, hundreds 
of miles away, in less than a hundred seconds, 
whether the intervening distance be land or 
water ? 

The other day in Georgia a tree was cut down 
in the morning, which by night had been con- 
verted into a printed newspaper. In comment- 
ing on the achievement a contemporary sug- 
gested that had such a feat been performed in 
the middle'ages it would very likely have been 
looked upon as the result of sorcery. 


There is no diminution in the number of 
letters that come to us daily, testifying in the 
most outspoken and sincere fashion to the high 
esteem in which the Argosy is held by its read- 
ers. We herewith print selections from the 
current week's mail : 

Taunton, Mass., Feb. 18, 1888. 
I take the Argosy every week from the news- 
dealer, and words cannot express how I like it. 
F. R. Briggs. 
Christiansburg, Va., Feb. 22, 1888. 
I would not give your paper for any other in the 
United States. I have shown it to several of my 
friends, and they one and all pronounce it to be 
one of the best boys' papers they ever saw. 

H. L. Robinson. 

Cranston, R. I., Feb. 19, 1888. 
The Argosy is growing better and better each 
week, and I am recommending it to my friends. I 
don't see how a youth can enjoy reading dime 
novels when there is such an excellent paper as the 
Argosy printed. William N. Lord. 

Xenia, O., Feb. 24. 1888. 
I consider the Argosy the best paper on record, 
and I don't see how I could get along without it. 
Its stories are both instructive and interesting, and 
I would advise any one who wants a nice story 
paper to subscribe for the Argosy. 

Richard Anderson. 

United States Senator from Wisconsin. 

One of the best known and most popular 
statesmen in the Northwest is Philetus Sawyer, 
the senior Senator from Wisconsin. He is one 
of the men whose energies have helped to make 
that prosperous section of the Union what it is, 
and who have grown wealthy together with the 
country they have enriched. It is not his wealth, 
however, that gains for Senator Sawyer respect 
and regard wherever he is known ; it is his good 
qualities of head and heart, his sterling integ- 
rity, his practical wisdom, his shrewdness and 
humor. Though neither an accomplished 
scholar nor a brilliant orator, yet his fellow sen- 
ators recognize him as one of the most business- 
like and sagacious members now serving in 
the national legislative council. 

He was born 
at Whiting, Ver- 
mont, on the 22d ..^ -smw. 
of September, ,-Ji 
1816. His par- jC, 
ents moved to ...vs 
New York dur .'11111111 
ing his infancy, 
and there his 
boyhood and 
early manhood 
were passed. 
Success did not 
come to him eas- 
ily and rapidlv ; ;.' 
it was won by 
long and ardu- 
ous labor. He 
received a com- as 
mon school edu- v -i 
cation, and from ^ 
his fifteenth to f| 
his thirtieth year •* 
his life was spent 
in the hardest 
kind of work. 
His motto was 
industry and fru- 
g a 1 i t y , and in 
1847 he had man- 
aged to save 
somewhat more than two thousand dollars. 

With this amount he determined to emigrate 
to the new Northwest. Getting his capital to- 
gether in gold, he sewed the bulk of it into a 
belt which he fastened around his waist, reserv- 
ing a hundred dollars to pay the expenses of the 
journey. But on counting his money over again, 
he found that he had made a mistake, and had 
only ninety nine dollars in hand. His brother 
was at that time much richer than himself, and 
from him Philetus borrowed a dollar to make 
up the sum which he thought he would need. 

He made his way to the lumber region of 
Wisconsin, which only became a State in the 
following year. His capital was invested in es- 
tablishing a saw mill, and in the purchase of 
timber land. His natural shrewdness and fore- 
sight now came into full play, and all his enter- 
prises were successful. His mill was profitable, 
his lumber tracts grew in value. He worked as 
hard as ever, and every penny that he saved 
went to add to his acreage. 

His integrity was as marked as his industry. 
Occasionally other lumber men would ask him 
to join them in some extensive project ; but if 
he suspected that anything verging upon unfair 
dealing was contemplated he invariably de- 

Mr. Sawyer took a warm interest in politics, 
and was among the earliest members of the Re- 
publican party. In 1857 he was elected to the 
Wisconsin Legislature, and served another term 
in 1861. In 1863 his fellow citizens of Oshkosh 
chose him as their mayor, an office which he 
held for two years in succession. 

During the second year of his mayoralty he 
was a delegate to the National Republican Con- 
vention at Baltimore which renominated Abra- 
ham Lincoln. On returning to Wisconsin, he was 
nominated for a seat in Congress. At first he 
declined the proffered honor, and only accepted 
it when pressed by the leaders of his party. 
But when once a candidate, he used every ef- 
fort to win, and was successful. He was four 
times reelected, and served continuously from 
the Thirty Ninth to the Forty Third Congress. 

For many years after he went to Congress he 
would, while at home, work with his own hands 

in his saw mill ; indeed this is said to have been 
the favorite amusement of his vacations. The 
story is told of a rich Chicago merchant who 
went to Oshkosh to interview Mr. Sawyer, whom 
he did not know by sight. He was directed to 
the saw pit, where he found a short, stout man, 
in his shirt sleeves and wearing blue overalls, 
hard at work filing a saw. 

"I'm looking for Mr. Sawyer," said the vis- 

" That's my name," replied he in the pit, 
stopping to wipe the perspiration from his face. 
' ' I mean Mr. Philetus Sawyer," the merchant 
went on. 

" That's my name," repeated the short, stout 
man ; ' ' what can I do for you ? " 

"Well," said the other, somewhat taken 
aback, ' ' I didn't expect to find you in the saw pit." 

"No?" said 
S awy e r, and 
iSW-R-x, added, "why 

HSWiSfe... not?" — a query 

.7^ which was en- 

tirely unanswer- 

Here is another 
characteristic an- 
ecdote, which is 
related by the 
senator himself : 
' ' I met my 
brother in New- 
York a few years 
ago," he says. 
" He had not 
prospered as I 
had, and was 
then looking 
around some- 
what anxiously 
for $1200 in or- 
der to meet an 
impending obli- 
gation. He spoke 
of it to me, and 
I gave him the 
$1200. We had 
both forgotten 
about the dollar 
he had loaned me so many years before. But 
afterward I remembered it, reckoned up my for- 
tune, found that every one of my original dollars 
had brought me in about $] 800 more, and sent 
him a check for $600 with a letter telling him to 
add it to the $1200 as thegainsof that borrowed 

Here is another instance of his generosity : 
He has long served on the Senate committee on 
pensions, and in connection with this duty he 
has maintained at his own expense a staff of 
clerks to investigate the cases of poor claim- 
ants, and to facilitate the settlement of those 
found to be deserving. 

Mr. Sawyer has now been a Senator for over 
seven years. He first took his seat in 1881, and 
when his term expired, in March, 1887, he was 
reelected for six years more. 


From a photograph by C. M. Boll, Washington. D, C. 



One impulse from a vernal wood 

May teach you more of man, 
Of moral evil and of good, 

Than all the sages can. 
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings ; 

Our meddling intellect 
Misshapes the beauteous forms of things: 

We murder to dissect. 


The world knows nothing of its greatest men. — 
Sir Henry Taylor. 

A craving for sympathy is the common boundary 
line between joy and sorrow. — Phelp. 

Errors such as are but acorns in our younger 
brows grow oaks in our elder heads, and become 
inflexible. — Sir Thomas Broivne. 

Such only can enjoy the country who are capa- 
ble of thinking when they are there ; then they are 
prepared for solitude, and in that case solitude is 
prepared for them. — Dryden. 

He that would be healed of his spiritual infirmi- 
ties must be sequestered from the throng of the 
world ; that soul can never enjoy God that is not 
sometimes retired.— Bishop Hall. 

Repose and cheerfulness are the badge of the 
gentleman— repose in energy. The Greek battle 
pieces are calm ; the heroes, in whatever violent 
actions engaged, retain a serene aspect. — Emerson. 

You may depend upon it, religion is, in its es- 
sence, the most gentlemanly thing in the world. 
It will alone gentilize, if unmixed with cant ; and I 
know of nothing else that will, alone. Certainly 
not the army, which is thought to be the grand 
embellisher of manners. — Coleridge. 

MARCH 31, 1888. 




A Tuneful Epic of the Kangaroo 


" T||\ A-TA-TA-A-A I Ra-ta-ta-a !" and the 
IpT tone exploded into an insane squeal. 

Jk@\ Bob Dillon looked up from his 


In the distance came a pony, scampering at 
the top of nis speed. Astride of him was a 
boy, brandishing a half tamed cornet. 

" Ra-ta-ta-a-a !" and the too eager instru- 
ment burst its voice again. 

"What's up, I wonder," murmured Bob, 
rising, tool in hand, from his work. His occu- 
pation was skinning a rabbit in the shade of 
the cabin where he lived, under a genial Aus- 
tralian sky. 

Rabbits are so abundant in parts of Australia 
that boys always have a plausible excuse for 
staying at home from school. Except for 
traps, shot guns, cold poison, and boys, the 
rabbits would devour the entire island. 

Meanwhile the eager pony had galloped up, 
and the untutored cornet was hitched to the belt 
of the yelling rider. 

"Oh, Bob!" he shouted, "get ready quick. 
Greatest thing you ever heard of ! The Thetis 
is off the roadstead, and the officers are ashore, 
and fifty men, and they want all the horses, and 
everybody's going, you know. Hurry up ! Oh 
jolly !" and up went the cornet, while a wild 
" ra-ta-ta" rattled out again, and died in a 
squeak of agony. 

" Dick Haley, what the dogs do you mean ? 
What does that salt water gang want of horses, 
and who's going, and where, and what for ?" 

" Kangaroos, Bob ! There's three hundred, 
'most, a going. Such fun ! They're a getting 
all the animals. Whoop ! Hurroo !" 

" Gracious ! you don't say," echoed Bob, be- 
stirring himself to finish the last honors to his 
rabbit preparatory to the stewpan. " Then I'm 
with you sure." 

"I thought so," cried Dick; "but I cap't 
stop ; have got to rush over to Harris's and 
Thome's and Kenworthy's and call 'em all out. 
I'll see you at the meet — Foster's corner, re- 
member !" And off galloped the eager mes- 
senger with a parting blast of his insane horn. 

Bob carried in his rabbit and told his mother 
of the projected hunt. She was willing, of 
course. Bob was welcome to go, for the kan- 
garoo is about as destructive a pest as the rabbit. 

Bob's father had died a few months before 
this, and left the boy and his mother the fine 
sheep range which he had developed so success- 
fully. It was a few miles out from the little 
settlement of Stoketown, and that was not far 

from Bantry roadstead, where the war steamer 
Thetis had dropped anchor. The officers and 
part of the crew had come ashore for a frolic, 
and all the hunters of the neighborhood had 
seized the opportunity for a grand kangaroo 
chase. This combined amusement and utility. 

The little, busy kangaroo would quite strip 
the pastures of forage if left to himself. It was 
the custom of the country to organize a grand 
raid upon him several times a year. 

Bob saddled his pony, took in his hand a 
stout club, and set out for the rendezvous at 
Foster's corner. He soon began to encounter 
stragglers coming from all diections. The 
procession was a motley one, and Bob shook 
his sides merrily at sight of it. 

The exigencies of the case were tremendous. 
The whole neighborhood was going, and this 
was enough to exhaust all the orthodox mounts. 
Add to these a crowd of naval swells and fifty 
rollicking tars, and the resources of the country 
were taxed to the extreme. 

In frontier life, however, difficulties that 
would appal the civilized citizen are mere 
trifles. When the horses gave out, the donkeys 
were roped in, and then the cows. An Aus- 
tralian cow is a fine runner, when well per- 
suaded on her ribs, and nothing suited the jolly 
mariners better than this rolling sort of mount, 
which made them feel as if on their native ele- 

Their roars of laughter, with the whinnying of 
the ponies and the moans and bellows of the be- 
labored cattle, swelled into a chorus of the most 
cheerful and animated description. 

The hunters being all assembled, they began 
to deploy in all directions, the scheme being to 
throw out two long wings of skirmishers em- 
bracing a circuit of four or five miles. This was 
to inclose the festive kangaroos and drive them 
into a certain clump of forest, where hospitable 
preparations had been made for their reception, 
as will appear. 

Bob did not discover his friend Dick, and he 
missed several other familiar faces. Upon in- 
quiring, he learned that Dick, with a few 
others, had felt constrained to yield their ani- 
mals for the use of the visitors. They would 
probably make their way to the forest afoot, 
and be in at the death. So Bob joined himself 
to Hugh Molony, another of his friends, and 
the two rode off together. 

It was a picturesque sight as the procession 
ambled off in pairs, and squads, and singly, 
over the vast plains, growing dimmer and dim- 
mer till they became mere specks on the hor- 

After a half hour's gallop, "There they 
are !" cried Hugh to Bob. i£ ^ 

Sure enough, a few of the objects of their 
search were before them. The kangaroos gave 
uneasy glances at the horsemen, then hopped 
away like gigantic fleas in another direction. 
Soon, however, they discovered the moving 
forms of other enemies. They halted, hesi- 
tated, and at last, wheeled and bounded off in 
the line of the forest. 

This was according to plan. Other leapers 
began to appear, and soon they were numerous, 
as the expanding cavalcade headed them in and 
drove them in the direction of the hospitable 

It is time to explain "now that a corral had 
been hurriedly set up in the thicket. This was 
the usual method, and the materials were al- 
ways in readiness. Ropes and strips of cloth 
were extended along from tree to tree, leaving 
an open space about a mile in width at the out- 
set, and gradually narrowing as the barriers 
penetrated the forest. 

At the other end where the corral came to its 
smallest point there was a low barricade of 
logs concealed by brush. On the outside of this 
was a great trench, twenty feet deep. The tac- 
tics of the hunt consisted in driving the kan- 
garoos to the barricade. Over this they would 
leap in tumultuous haste and go headlong into 
the ditch. From this trap there was no escape, 
and there a gang of sturdy hunters awaited 
them with cudgels and all sorts of weapons 
suitable to the purpose of scientific extermina- 

The great plains were now fairly alive with 
victims, routed out of their peaceful haunts for 
miles around, and dashing in terrified hops, 
skips and jumps to escape the yelling: huntsmen. 
The circle of pursuit was complete, and the 
panic stricken kangaroos were perpetually 
turned back upon themselves in their frenzied 
endeavors to escape by the flanks. Surely and 
steadily they were swerved in toward the en- 
trance of the fatal corral. 

" There must be five hundred of them at the 
least," cried Bob, as the throng of animals be- 
came narrowed in so that the eye began to cover 
the whole terrified herd. "What an awful 
haul we will get." 

" Why, it's the biggest luck we ever had," re- 
sponded Dick, with delight, spurring up his 

It was an intense and indescribable tumult. 
The air was full of all sorts of shouts, yells, 
crackings and slashings, bursts of laughter, 
shrieks and bellows. The eager tars whacked 
their limping beasts without mercy, howling at 
the tops of their voices. Such a racket the 
poor kangaroos had never before heard. Head- 
long they skipped, with cries of fright, knock- 

ing each other over, and tumbling frantically 
against trees and brush. 

They were all in the entrance of the corral 
now. The pursuers raised a cry of triumph. 
Crash, crash through the forest hustled the 
mass of hunters and hunted. 

"What on earth is that ?" shouted Bob sud- 
denly, as a weird, mysterious sound made itself 
perceptible above the tumult. 

The kangaroos heard it too. They wavered 
in their mad career. They halted, many of 
them, and would have turned back but for 
the barrier of their thronging companions. 

Some of the old hunters pulled up. There 
were angry shakings of heads, and wondering 
inquiries might have been heard by any ear not 
deafened by the tramping and crash of other 

Again that wild and ghostly echo ! The kan- 
garoos huddle together in the extremity of ter- 
ror. They cast timid glances backward at the 
line of pursuers. Then their ears turn quick 
again to the front, whence comes that unknown 
and unnerving tone. 

" Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-a-a ! R-r-r-r-r-dub-dub-a- 

dub ! Bang ! bang ! crash ! Ra-ta-ta-a-ty !" 

" Great Heavens ! It's Dick Haley's band !" 
cried Bob in consternation. 

There was no mistaking that unbridled cornet. 
" What on earth does he mean by such idiocy?" 

" Ra-ta-ta-a-a-a ! R-r-r-dub-a-dub !" and all 
the rest of it. A fresh breeze bore the agony 
down sharply to the gentlemen's ears. 

The kangaroos caught the appalling symphony 
at last in the swell of its severest anguish. They 
hesitated no longer. 

Bloodthirsty man they knew ; these giant fleas 
of the sheep ranges had felt his club and his 
rifle bullet. That was death. But this weird, 
sepulchral, fiendish clatter in the unseen fore- 
ground was something to which death was but 
as soothing syrup. 

Of two terrors the frightened beasts chose 
the least. Turning tail upon Dick's hideous 
brass band, they swooped down in an indes- 
cribable bustle and scurry upon the serried line 
of huntsmen. 

It was so sudden that not a morsel of time 
was given to open ranks, or dodge the storm. 
As to cudgels, they were as blades of grass 
against the hailstorm of hopping quadrupeds. 

"Look out, Hugh," shouted Bob, as he no- 
ticed a group of leapers making for his com- 

Scarcely were the words uttered when a 
sprawling, furry bomb bounded upon the neck 
of Bob's pony, curved headlong against the 
rider's chest and swept him from the saddle. 

"Great guns!" howled Bob, clinging des- 



fftiMBER 2fS, 

peralely to the rem. Before he cotild ^a-ambttf 
in his feet, another living missile knocked the 
puny from his leg*, and Mm pair rolled in 
friendly embrace together in the bush. 

Bob bustled up in time to catch his terrified 
horse, and behtld Hugh ruefully crawling out 
of a picturesque heap of ragged men and snort- 
ing; animals. His jacket was gone and he had 
the general aspect of having- passed through a 
rag hopper. 

The martial cavalcade of a few minutes ago 
was now a variegated ruin. Scarcely one had 
escaped. Veteran huntsmen, gorgeous lieuten- 
ants, commanders, tarry forecastle salts, dis- 
tracted cows, melodious donkeys and yelping- 
do^s, had rolled tog-ether in the torrent of kan- 

Many animals had freed themselves and gone 
tearing- after the saltatory procession. The air 
was suffocating- with heat and dust, and deafen- 
ing- with screech and crash. In the momen- 
tary lulls of the living - hurricane the clamorous 
echoes of the cornet ra-ta-ta-ed through the for- 
est with a demoniac screech of triumph just as 
if Dick Haley had the entire five hundred kan- 
garoos hitched to his waistband. 

About the timi the animal cyclone blew out, 
and the forlorn huntsmen were dolefully rub- 
bing their shins and tacking their disrupted 
clothing together — while a dim cloud of dust in 
the distance marked where the kangaroos had 
gone into eclipse — the maddening bray of the 
band suddenly died away as by magic. 

Some of the infuriated huntsmen had strug- 
gled through the barrier and around the ditch. 
Dick's orchestra found itself abruptly collared 
by two score of furious claws, while a tattoo of 
fisticuffs rattled on its astonished ears, and en- 
ergetic boots played the bass drum on its col- 
lective rear. 

The misguided band meant well. It thought 
a serenade at the moment of triumph would 
add to the splendors of the day. But now, 
perceiving that its good intentions had been 
misinterpreted, it dropped its instruments and 

It would have been an even race between the 
kangaroos and Dick Haley's minstrels. 

In the ditch reposed the bodies of some half a 
dozen young and unsophisticated kangaroos. 
The other fourteen hundred and ninety four, 
oh, where were they ? 

"Music hath charms to soothe the savage 
breast." Far be it from me to gainsay it. Yet 
as Hugh Molony remarked to Bob Dillon, 
while they were hobbling home from the 
chase: "Folks as is cracked over tootin' en- 
gines don't seem somehow to have no sense for 

What became of Dick's aggregation of ter- 
rors is not recorded, but — after all hands got 
cool and had time to realize the fun of the 
thing — it was universally conceded that such a 
kangaroo event was never known before in the 
hunting annals of Australia. 


BY 8. AMES. 

\i>huos knows how the children fret, 

Of the little trials daily met ; 

Nobody knows — but mother. 

Nobody knows of the mother's fears. 

Of the heartfelt prayers and the anxious tears ; 

Nobody knows— but mother. 

Nobody knows of the daily cares, 

Of the daily troubles which some one bears ; 

Nobody knows— but mother. 

The constant worries of every day, 

That furrow the cheek and make the hair gray 

Nobody knows— but mother. 


Tn olden times the favorite method for students 
with little means to work their way through college 
was by securing the post of teacher in a district 
school. Nowadays there is a wider choice of ex- 

The New Haven News, for example, instances 
three ways in which men with small purses at Yale 
may support themselves, at least, during their col- 
lege course. 

One of these is by organizing an eating club. 
At the beginning of a year a man goes around among- 
his classmates and secures eight or ten who agree 
to take their meals together. He then goes to some 
landlady and agrees to furnish her with an eating 
club of students. He agrees furthermore to relieve 
her from all pecuniary responsibility by collecting 
at the end of each week from the men the money 
for their board and handing it over to her. In re- 
turn for this she agrees to furnish him with his 
board. It is beneficial to the student because the 
members of the club, knowing- that he is in straight- 
ened circumstances, are always willing to help him 
by paying regularly and promptly. 

Every class has in it four or five monitors, whose 
duty it is to record the absence or tardiness of 
students at recitations or morning prayers. A 
monitor receives $35 a year from the faculty. The 
same amount is paid each year to the man who 
rings the college bell. 

Of late years the college press has been a fruitful 
source of revenue to its editors. The ZAter&ry 
Magazine pays to each editor from $140 to $150 a 
vear. The financial editor receives from $180 to 
$190. The News pays to each senior editor from 
$250 to $275, and the financial editor receives from 
$325 to §350. The Record and Caurant ought to 
pay to each senior editor §150 yearly, but* often 
through poor management barely covers expenses. 
The Vale Bmitrsr clears to the publisher from $200 
to $250, and the Pei P&urri somewhat less than this 


The New York Sun, in an article on curiosities 
of the patent office, describes some quaint devices 
that have proved more peculiar to sightseers than 
profitable to inventors. 

There is a footwarmer which consists of a con- 
venient mouthpiece attached to a rubber tube. 
This tube divides, and a branch extends down into 
either shoe or boot. The idea is to breathe into 
the tube and warm the feet with the breath. 

There can be no doubt about the effectiveness of 
another invention, a combined bedstead and alarm 
clock. The mechanical contrivance by which the 
clock at the hour set drops a bolt, which in turn 
lets loose the bars holding in place the mattress, 
works like a charm. The whole bed swings on its 
center, and the sleeper is tumbled out upon the 
Hoor at the very minute he decided the night before 
that he wished to get up. 

['/Vi/s story commenced in No. zfz,"} 

Warren Havilaud, 



Author of ^ Who Shall be the Heir f '" etc., etc. 



"ARREN was, of course, full of anxiety 
concerning Mr. Walsingham, and 
poured out animated questions which 
Sloper answered as cheerfully as he 
could. Suddenly Warren received a sharp nudge 
in the ribs from Sloper's elbow, and following 
the direction of his glance, (which was a very 
disgusted one) he saw that Petipas had come 
aft, and was edging close to them with the 
brazen coolness of one who cares nothing for the 
good or bad opinion of boys. Sloper immedi- 
ately changed the subject. 

" Whereabouts are we now ? " he asked. 

" Indeed, I can't tell you that," replied War- 
ren, gravely, " for we've been driving out of our 
course all night long, and I've lost our reckon- 
ing. Until we come across another vessel and 
ask our course from her we are simply astray.'' 

Petipas came forward at this, looking consid- 
erably scared. 

"You say the way is lost ? " asked he, in his 
poor English. 

Warren nodded. 

" And you would hail a strange ship to ask 
for it?" 

Warren nodded again. Petipas stared hard 
at him, with his wicked brows drawn together. 
He was evidently full of suspicions, and did not 
know how to verify them. 

"Monsieur Marvin," said he, at last, "me 
and my mates, we would have a conference with 
you by and by, when we dare leave the deck ; 
till then we will hail no ship, you understand ? " 
and he shook his horny finger warningly. 

" All right ; I'm willing to hear what you all 
have to say," replied Warren, pleasantly. " Of 
course I won't hail a ship if you object, though 
I can't see the sense of missing a chance to set 
ourselves right if we get it ; however, no doubt 
you'll explain all that when you come to talk to 

Petipas fell back, but still kept jealously 
within earshot, so that the boys could say noth- 
ing more of a confidential nature. As soon as 
Warren had finished breakfast Sloper went be- 
low with the dishes, having informed Warren 
for the spy's benefit that he had laid out the poor 
captain in his berth, and that he looked very 
noble and peaceful. 

After he had gone Petipas went staggering 
back over the wet decks to his confreres, who 
had watched the boys curiously. The work at 
the pumps was stopped while they clustered 
close together, laying down the law to each 
other with their forefingers in their palms, and 
each urging his opinion with much gesticula- 
tion with heads, hands and shoulders. Presently 
Petipas and another man named Fontaine went 
down the companionway, to Warren's dismay, 
for he feared that they had gone to view the 
captain's supposed dead body. He went and 
stood by the skylight, and watched them go 
through the saloon to Mr. Walsingham's door, 
which Sloper unlocked for them with a grave 
and reverential air ; but to Warren's intense re- 
lief they did not go beyond the threshold. 
From thence they stared at the pale, inanimate 
form on the berth, which, luckily, looked as like 
a corpse as a live man might. Then they signed 
for Sloper to relock the door, and for a wonder 
did not demand the key, but turned off to Du- 
pont's cabin and shut the door. 

" If Dupont can talk to them they will make 
up their plans now," thought Warren. " How I 
wish I could overhear them ! " 

They must have mercilessly waked the slum- 
bering man, to whom sleep at such a crisis was 
certainly more precious than all that doctors 
could do for him, for Warren heard his voice 
very soon, rising querulously above the mutter- 
ing tones of the others. Evidently the three 
worthies did not agree in their view of the sub- 
ject under discussion. Petipas and Fontaine 
soon came on deck again, grumbling sullenly to 
each other, as they passed within hearing of 

" Half to him who can no more help on the 
project ! " muttered Petipas. " Par bleu / Mon- 
sieur talks big. He may never need the gold of 
this world more." 

" True, true," chimed in the other scoundrel, 
"and if he should die, poor Monsieur Dupont, 
his half should fall to us two, who are the acting 

1 ' Very reasonable, but take care that our 
comrades do not overhear us," returned Petipas, 
bestowing upon his ally a sly wink. 

"Capital!" chuckled Warren, "if the thieve* 
Tall out, honest men may get their own." 

His complacency, however, received a sudden 
check when he saw the two men join the others 
and produce from their pockets something 
which glimmered blue like steel, which the 
whole crew clustered about them to examine. 

"Those must be the captain's revolvers," 
thought Warren. " Petipas has taken them 
from Dupont 's cabin, where we might have 
found them, and now they will be hidden in the 
forecastle, where we shall never have any ex- 
cuse to go. If I had only known in time that 
Dupont had them ! How shall I get hold of 
them now ? " 

Revolving this question in his mind, 'he kept 
a close watch upon the gang, who were holding 
a general parliament, which, from the frequent 
glances cast his way, and the shrugs indulged 
in, seemed to have special reference to himself. 

" That looks as if they had something uncom- 
fortable in view for me, and were saying, ' Bad 
for him, poor wretch, but we must think of our- 
selves.' But what's Petipas about ? " 

The latter had grown heated in his argument, 
and was now on his knees on the deck, tracing 
out some imaginary object with his thumb on 
the wet boards, while all the others stooped over 
him to look. 

"Is it the ship's course he's trying to guess 
at ? " mused the boy captain, who, obliged to ap- 
pear quite unsuspicious, was straining his eyes 
so as to observe his crew without appearing to 
do so. " Or perhaps they are making up their 
minds where to take the yacht. Yes, that 
looked like a coast line. Oh that I had an ally 
among them ! I wonder if 1 could do anything 
with the cabin boy ? " 

He went to the companionway and shouted 
for the mulatto, who appeared at the foot of the 
ladder, looking fearfully towards Mr. Walsing- 
ham's cabin from time to time, as if he half ex- 
pected his employer's ' spook ' to glide out 
therefrom. Warren beckoned him half way up, 
and, keeping his own place at the top, where he 
could detect the approach of any spy, began his 

"Do you understand French at all?" he 

Julius did understand French, that sort 
spoken by the negroes of New Orleans, which 
was his birthplace. 

"Do you know what these fellows on board 
are talking about ? " pursued Warren. 

" Oh, golly yes, cap'n, worse luck ! " ex- 
claimed Julius, trembling violently ; but he was 
too much frightened to explain the cause of his 
terror till Warren said impatiently : 

"If you don't tell me all you know, I will 
leave you to the mercy of Petipas and the rest 
when Mr. Sloper and I save our own lives." 

Thereupon the mulatto broke into supplica- 
tions that they would save him too, and con- 
fessed that he had gathered from Dupont's 
ravings that Captain Walsingham had been 
poisoned for the sake of his gold. 

"An' dat Petipas man, lie come in an' seen 
me listenin', an' I knows he'll have my life !" 
whimpered the lad. 

"They will very likely murder us all three 
and steal the ship," said Warren; "but we 
mean to make a good fight for our lives. Will 
you stand by us, or will you go over to their 
side ? " 

Julius stared helplessly at him, and seemed 
unable to enter into the spirit of resistance. 

" Look here, Julius," went on Warren, 
sharply, "since you understand them, you can 
be a great help to us. We need you, and you 
must work for us, and yourself too, for I tell 
you they won't let one of us three live to wit- 
ness against them." 

" Oh ! Cap'n Marvin, dey's tumble men ; we 
can't fight sich men," whined Julius, shaking 
with craven fear; "if we swore to keep de 
secret, dey would let us go, sure ? " 

" They wouldn't believe us; don't hope it," 
responded Warren, firmly, "And in any case 
I would not keep their guilty secret to save a 
hundred lives. You must be on our side — it's 
your only chance. If you pluck up spirit and 
do exactly what we tell you, I think we can out- 
wit them yet; while, if you turn to them, hop- 
ing for mercy from a gang of murderers and 
robbers, who know that you can hang them if 
they show you pity, you'll make a great mistake. 
There, go think it over; and hide yonr scared 
face from them, or they'll know you've found 
them out." 

Julius sneaked back to his pantry just in time 
to escape the suspicious eyes of Petipas, who 
came aft to see whether Warren was talking to 
anybody, or only sheltering himself from the 



fOWARDS evening the wind moderated, 
the sea went down, and Warren was able 
to leave the deck for a few hours' rest, of 
which he was sorely in need. The yacht 
was slipping easily along under light sail, re- 
tracing her course as nearly as the young cap- 
tain could determine. Two brothers named 
Perouse were appointed to take charge in his 
absence, one as lookout, and the other at the 
wheel ; all the others were supposed to have 
gone to their bunks for their well earned sleep. 

Had the Water Sprite been an ordinary trad- 
ing bark, heavily laden, she must have suffered 
severely during the previous night's gale ; but 
she was supple, light, and strong, and had sus- 
tained no damage beyond starting a trifling 
leak, which was easily calked after she had been 

pumped dry. There was, consequently, nr> 
danger to be feared from the captain's absence 
for a time, unless the wind changed. 

When Sloper had brought Warren his dinner, 
he had reported that Mr. Walsingham was 
stronger, and was sleeping healthfully; Dupont 
was tree from fever, but complained that his 
eyesight was leaving him, while his ill set arm 
was giving him great torture. Julius still kept 
himself in his pantry, evidently balancing in 
his mind whether to declare himself on the 
boys' side, or to risk the treachery of the others, 
and go over to them as the stronger party. 

Now, when Warren went down to the saloon, 
he was surprised to see Sloper come out of their 
stateroom to meet him with face like ashes and 
eyes flashing fire. He put up his hand to check 
Warren's exclamation, and pointed towards 
Dupont's cabin, from which a low hum of 
voices proceeded. Then thrusting a slip of 
paper into Warren's hand, he whispered : 

"Julius overheard this from his pantry, which 
is next Dupont's cabin. Read it at once." He 
had no time to say more, and Warren had just 
thrust the paper into his vast pocket when Du- 
pont's door opened, and Petipas and Fontaine 
came forth. 

"Monsieur Marvin, we would arrange mat- 
ters with you now ; shall I call my shipmates 
down here, where the mate can chip in with his 
word when he likes ? " said Petipas, in his mon- 
grel English, which we will spare our readers. 

He waited for no reply, but went on deck, 
leaving Fontaine on guard, and in a few min- 
utes the whole crew of the Water Sprite, with 
the exception of the Perouse brothers, filed into 
the captain's saloon. Petipas, Fontaine, Manet, 
Billot, the forecastle cook, and Julius clustered 
round one end of the table, while Warren, sup- 
ported by Sloper, calmly faced them from the 
other. Dupont's cabin door was hooked back, 
so that he, lying bandaged in his berth, might 
hear the proceedings, and take part in them if 
he wished. 

Mr. Walsingham's door was locked, and the 
key remained in the lock. Sloper had not ven- 
tured to secure it, and no one else had done so, 
rather to the boys' surprise, considering that the 
treasure was inside that room. But from the 
furtive glances which the assembled robbers 
constantly cast upon the key, and the jealous 
ones they bestowed upon each other, it was easy 
to guess that, in the general distrust, no man 
would have permitted another to take into his 
own possession so important a talisman. 

" Now, my lads, what do you want with me ?" 
began Warren, in clear, confident tones, as he 
looked round with manly directness at the circle 
of low and suspicious countenances. " Who is 
your spokesman ?" 

" I appoint Petipas in my place, I being first 
officer here, but invalided," called Dupont's quiv- 
ering, but imperious voice. 

" Ver' good, Monsieur Dupont. I accept the 
honor," returned Petipas, with a wink towards 
Fontaine, to mark his derision of the favor. 

"Do you all understand English, since you 
see I don't speak French ?" asked the boy cap- 

Universal assent was signified. In half a 
dozen different distortions of the Queen's Eng- 
lish, the gentlemen from Grand Mer described 
themselves as well accomplished in the language, 
having ' the habitude ' of it ail their lives. 

" All right then ; go on, Petipas," said War- 

" I obey. Monsieur Marvin, our captain be- 
ing dead, and our mate disabled, we ask you to 
take command of the Water Sprite, and to nav- 
igate her to the port we shall name. Do you 
agree ? " 

" I shall take command, if the port you name 
is Colonsay, North Carolina, Mr. Walsingham's 
home," answered Warren, with a careless air. 

" But, Monsieur, the port is not Colonsay. 
We have decided otherwise," replied Petipas, 
fixing a brassy stare upon the boy. 

" Oh, but that would be asking m e to run 
away with Mr. Walsingham's yacht, don't you 
see, Petipas? No, no, you couldn't expect me 
to do that without any reason being given," 
cried Warren. 

" Give him the best reason — the irresistible 
reason," shrieked Dupont, getting impatient. 

" Compose yourself, Monsieur Dupont, / am 
here," drawled Petipas. "The irresistible rea- 
soi Monsieur Dupont, is, that we being the 
strongest party, intend to please ourselves 
where we shall go, and also to give the grand 
bounce to such interlopers as resist our will." 

" Mr. Dupont, do you sanction this high 
handed act ? " 

"It is simply a change of destination. They 
will not carry off the ship in their pockets," 
sneered the mate, and he snarled at Petipas to 
go on and have done and begone, before they 
set his brain on fire. 

" Monsieur Marvin, will you do as we say, or 
will you take the consequences of rousing our 
anger ?" continued Petipas, threateningly.' 

"Where do you want to go?" demanded 

Petipas consulted his comrades in their own 
language, and Warren gathered that the ques- 
tion was whether he should name the place they 
meant to make for before Warren had promised 
to take the ship there. 

1 ' What matters it whether he knows or not ? " 
muttered Fontaine. " He will never carry 
away the knowledge." 

Warren started, and fixed an involuntary 
look of terror upon Sloper, who, however, had 
not understood a word of what was said. But 
he guessed pretty near to the truth, and said in 
a low tone, undercover of the men's talking ; 

MAK'C'H Hi. JHft'8". 



" Put off your answer till von have read the 

He could add no more, for Petipas was ready 
with the result of the conference. 

" We want you to fetch us off the coast of 
the Bahamas, say about twenty or thirty miles; 
you will hear more of our wishes then.' 1 

Warren pondered earnestly over this proposal, 
and soon thought he saw its meaning. The 
Bahama Islands belonged to Great Britain, and 
the thieves hoped to escape with their booty 
before the United States law could be put in 
motion to catch them. 

" But why do you say twenty or thirty miles 
off the coast?" asked he. "Why not name 
your port now ? " 

"Monsieur, we are not answering questions 
today," retorted Petipas, fixing his evil eye 
upon Warren with a cruel twinkle in it. " When 
you have earned our confidence by obliging us, 
we will confide our harmless little plans to you 
with pleasure. Till then, really, monsieur, you 
should comprehend that we are the masters 
here, and hold you in our power, to slay or 
spare as we choose." 

" In fact I and my friend Sloper are in the 
hands of a gang of villains ! " exclaimed the 
fiery boy, almost disdaining to be prudent in 
his anger and scorn of them ; and seeing that 
he had roused their vengeful ire, he added fear- 
lessly : "Make no mistake, men. I'm not 
afraid of you, for I am more your master than 
you are mine. I only can navigate this vessel. 
Without me you are at the mercy of every 
change of weather, and of every ship you en- 
counter. Long before Mr. Dupont can rise 
from his sick bed you may be at the bottom of 
the sea, or overhauled by a passing vessel as a 
suspicious craft. Now then, defy me, and I 
shall defy you ! " 



^ARREN'S bold speech caused a sensa- 
tion. Again the men muttered to- 
gether, while Dupont writhed and 
growled in his berth at his own help- 
lessness. At length Petipas addressed Warren 
with a hypocritical air of conciliation and re- 

" We are willing to answer all your questions, 
monsieur," he said. 

Warren saw that his independent stand had a 
good effect on them. They would at least pre- 
serve a semblance of order and respect, since 
they could get nothing out of him by brute 
force. He cared nothing for their readiness to 
answer his questions, for, as a matter of course, 
they would lie to him. But to preserve appear- 
ances he asked their reasons for not finishing 
the trip to Colonsay, and for wishing him to 
notify them when they were twenty miles off 
the Bahamas. He received the false and puerile 
answers he had expected. 

" 1 will take an hour to consider whether I 
can do as you wish," he then announced. A 
clamor of uissent immediately arose. What 
did he think to achieve by delay ? Did he hope 
to run them into danger ? 

He saw that they would not wait ; their guilt 
made cowards of them, and they could not rest 
until they had his promise. And yet he would 
not promise until he had read Sloper's report. 
But how could 'he manage to do so under these 
suspicious' eyes ? 

He opened the table drawer and took out the 
captain's chart of the Water Sprite's course, 
and, watched by every man of them unwink- 
ingly, spread it out on the table and ran his fin- 
ger along the line pricked out by Mr. Walsing- 
ham up to last night's progress ; then he drew 
out Sloper's scrap with his handkerchief, con- 
cealed the paper in his hand, and pretended to 
rummage the drawer for, and finally discover it. 
He then spread it upon the chart and began to 
read the penciled writing, seeming to refer from 
it to the chart every few moments. 

And as he read, brave as he was, he felt a 
strange inward trembling. Drop by drop the 
blood receded from lip and cheek, till, white 
and cold as r.-arble, he gazed upon the words 
with a frozen stare. 

"Julius heard this from the pantry," wrote 
Sloper, ' ' and told it to me. Fear has driven him 
to our side. They have agreed together that 
after you have taken the yacht near enough the 
Bahamas for the boat to carry them to land 
with the gold, they will nail the hatches down 
on us two and Julius, then scuttle the vessel, 
and leave it to go down with us and Mr. Wal- 
singham's body to the bottom." 

A dark, claw-like hand was thrust over War- 
ren's shoulder at this point, to grasp the paper ; 
in his sickening abstraction he had not heeded 
the noiseless motions around him ; but now he 
awoke to the situation, and a burning fury pos- 
sessed him. Before the hand had reached the 
oaper he seized it in a grip that almost crushed 
the slim bones of the gaunt Petipas, who howled 
with pain. With the hand grasped in one of his, 
and the paper in the other, Warren looked 
round, to see Sloper's arms pinned to his sides 
by Manet, while Fontaine held a revolver to his 
head to prevent him from giving warning to his 

"What's all this about?" demanded War- 
ren, with flashing eyes ; and he made a snatch 
at the revolver, barely missing it. He then 
dragged Manet by the collar from Sloper, and 
hurled him half across the saloon. 

"The writing — the writing; what is it you 
ponder over so long?" shrieked Petipas, as he 
danced with pain and shook his tingling fingers. 

"Can't you read, man ?" said Warren, shov- 

ing the chart under his eyes. " Tllere, look for 
yourself ! " 

Watching like a lynx, he thought he perceived 
the uncomprehending glance of one who takes 
no meaning from print, and when Petipas 
turned from the chart and clamored for the 
paper, he held it before him too, feeling almost 
reckless enough in his rage to provoke a general 
fight then and there. But Petipas stared help- 
lessly at the writing. He was about to give it 
up as a bad job when a new thought struck him, 
and he snatched it out of Warren's relaxed hold 
and hurried into Dupont's cabin, bidding Fon- 
taine fetch one of the lamps. 

In horrible anxiety Warren and Sloper waited, 
while Dupont was told all about the suspicious 
paper, then propped up in bed, the lamp brought 
close, and the document put into his hand. He 
held it near his eyes ; no, he could not see that 
way ; he made Petipas hold it while he tried to 
open the inflamed lids with his fingers, mutter- 
ing eagerly : 

"But one glance — only one little half look, 
and I shall know what they are — allies or ene- 
mies to be crushed at all hazards ! " 

No, he could not see, horror upon horrors, he 
was blind ! 

"Then we shall keep it till you can see," 
quoth the too zealous Petipas, and put it into 
his pocket. 

The boys, not daring to exchange looks, 
swallowed their dismay without a sign. 

"Oh, all right," cried Warren, indignantly, 
" if you are too suspicious to let me even read 
Captain Walsingham's computations of the 
yacht's daily rate of speed, it's very evident that 
you could never trust me to sail her for you. 
Very well, sail her yourselves ; it's no concern 
of mine," and he made as if he would have gone 
into his cabin in a huff. 

Once more a hurried consultation was held, 
but in whispers. Dupont lent his experience to 
it, and at last Petipas pulled the paper from his 
pocket, and with a sardonic grin passed it back 
to Warren. 

" Monsieur Marvin will please give us his an- 
swer in exchange for the computations ; for we 
refuse to wait," said he. 

Warren's relief was great, but he hid it under 
an appearance of indifference, and tossed the 
paper upon the chart, to which he returned, 
saying : 

*' Look here now, all of you. This is where 
we are, here or hereabouts. This short line is 
the course to Colonsay, and this long one is the 
course to the Bahamas. Say definitely which 
you choose." The course to the Bahamas was 
unanimously chosen. "That's settled then," 
continued the boy; "and though I protest 
against the outrage of seizing a dead man's ves- 
sel and carrying about his corpse for weeks, in- 
stead of conveying it to his daughter at once — 
since, as you say, you are the stronger, I must 
submit, and hope to make the cruise as short as 
possible. I will be your captain and sail for 
the Bahamas — on conditions." 

" Ha ! Conditions ! " echoed Dupont with a 
harsh laugh. 

"Which must be fulfilled or I won't act," 
declared the boy captain with all a boy's blunt- 
ness. " My first condition is this. As I know 
what grief it would give Miss Walsingham if 
her father's body was not brought home to her, 
I say that his stateroom must be sealed up and 
the key left with me" 

A universal " No, no," burst forth. Petipas 
even made a rush as if to secure the key, which 
intent, however, was fiercely resented by the 
others, who dragged him back with angry cries. 
Dupont's querulous voice rose above the din. 
" Agree — agree. Certainly, why not ? Was it 
not easy to break open the dead man's cabin 
when they were ready to carry away the gold ? " 
This was said in French of course. 

So "Captain Marvin" was presented with 
the key, and asked for his next condition. 

" My next condition is, that you all behave as 
quietly and orderly as if I was your real captain. 
There must be no drinking, for I can't manage 
drunkards ; there must be no loafing, no license 
of any sort, for, don't you see yourselves, that if 
you once lose control over your sober senses, or 
begin to disobey your captain, there being no 
discipline aboard you'll all go to the bottom, 
and throw away the ship and with it your own 
lives. Sobriety and obedience — do you agree to 
that ? " 

Some demur being begun by some who had 
looked forward to a regular carouse on Mr. Wal- 
singham's liquor, Dupont screamed out in 
French : 

"Would you deliver yourselves bound into 
the power of this smart one, who would assur- 
edly run you into port and hand you over to the 
police, the first time he caught you drunk ? 
Agree, by all means." 

" So the resolution passed, and Warren con- 
cluded the interview by saying : 

"Very well, I on my part agree to act as your 
captain and sail the yacht in the direction you 
say, but you must not leave me too far from 
port for Mr. Sloper and myself to work her in 
where we can get a fresh crew for the trip back 
to Colonsay. You see it is my duty to bring Mr. 
Walsingham's remains safe home to his people, 
and I mean to do so. Now, Petipas, I appoint 
you mate in Mr. Dupont's place. Come and 
have a look at the chart." 

In order to reassure the naturally suspicious 
rascals, he took pains to make Petipas under- 
stand their probable situation at that moment, 
showed him how the ship's course would have 
to be changed to run due south, and then dis- 
missed them. 

(To be continued.) 



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NUMBER 278. 



The mansions they erected 

Erected were of brick, 
And were with tiles protected ; 

The air with dust was thick, 
As 'twould the builders smother — 

They built on unaware, 
/dreamed of something other, 

A castle in the air ! 
They guarded from disaster 

Their roofs with wooden beams ; 
They fixed their walls with plaster- 

I fixed my walls with dreams. 
A dome of high expansion, 

Alight with jewels rare— 
That was a real mansion — 

My castle in the air. 

[ This story commenced in No. 267.] 

y^deF Fipe; 




Author of "Afloat in a Great City" " The 

Boy Broker" etc., etc. 



Tp*. ARLY the following morning Mr. Rexford 
1*2. called upon his lawyer, Mr. Ham. In 
tW[ due time the papers were made out and 
placed in the hands of Sheriff Coombs, 
who promptly made his way to the factory with 
all his official bearing and arrested Jacob Sim- 
mons on the charge of robbing and burning 
John Rexford's store. 

Mr. Farrington was prepared for this move, 
as Fred had informed him that it would take 
place during the forenoon, and had also told 
him everything he had done, and what he pro- 
posed doing. 

Fred was especially glad to learn that the 
missing money had been returned. His own 
theory was that some error had been made, 
but other events had followed so fast one upon 
the other, that he had recently made little effort 
to solve the mystery. 

That it should now be cleared up so satis- 
factorily, with all blame removed from Fred, 
was gratifying to him in the extreme, for he was 
a true and sincere friend of our young hero. 

Mr. Simmons's surprise at seeing Officer 
Coombs on such an errand can hardly be im- 
agined. Of course he had to give himself up 
and go with the. sheriff — a prisoner charged 
with a grave offense. 

A hearing in his case was arranged for the 
following day to come before Judge Plummer. 

Mr. Simmons gave bonds for his appearance 
at the trial, and devoted the balance of the day 
to preparing his defense with his lawyer. Won- 
dering why he had been arrested, and going 
over in his own mind every possible cause that 
could lead to it, he thought of the paper which 
Tim and Matthew had signed about the assault. 
He took his pocketbook from his coat, and 
looked among his papers for it. 

It was not there. He was alarmed to find it 
missing. He asked his wife about it, but she 
knew nothing of it. 

" I must have lost it somewhere," he admit- 
ted to himself with a shudder. " Fool that I 
was for doing wrong. I believe it has led to 
my arrest, but why I cannot understand." 

When Matthew learned that Jacob Simmons 
had commenced work on the flockers with Fred 
he was alarmed. He talked the matter over 
with Tim. Both felt uneasy and unhappy, but 
they could see no way to help the case, so left 
it to fate, which speedily did its work. 

Revenge to Matthew was a sad failure — 
had almost ruined him. Every effort he had 
made in this direction had recoiled upon him 
so unexpectedly and persistently that now he 
was beset on all sides with danger of exposure 
and punishment. 

Fred — his rival — had stood up manfully un- 
der fire without flinching. He had won at 
every point and was now fast regaining his 
old position. 

" His friendship, too, with Nellie Dutton is 
re-established, and I can do no more to prevent 
it," sighed Matthew, regretfully. "I met her 
this morning and she would not speak to me, 
but she could entertain Worthington all last 

While thus meditating, the report that Jacob 
Simmons had been arrested for burning Mr. 
Rexford's store reached Matthew. He hurried 
home and to his room, and there threw himself 
upon his bed and wept bitterly. Disappoint- 
ment, disgrace, and humiliation all crowded 
upon him, and the inevitable step that he must 
take stared him cruelly in the face. 

His heart beat with bitter anguish as he 
thought of all this — of his good home, of his 
father's pride in him and of his mother's love, 
of his sister's tender affection — thought of all 
those near and dear to him — and shuddered as 
he realized the disappointment and sorrow that 
was to fall heavily upon them from his own 
wicked acts. 

He buried his face in his pillow and sobbed 
till it seemed that his heart would break. 

"Oh, if I could only undo the past!" he 
cried, truly repentant. But, alas ! he had gone 
too far. 

His pride and haughty spirit were completely 
crushed, and when he finally arose from his bed 
he was humbled indeed. 

The following morning all Mapleton was ex- 
cited by the report that Matthew De Vere could 
not be found. 

He had not been seen by any one since the 
previous afternoon. Just where he was last 
seen was a mystery. One said he saw him com- 
ing from the pine grove with Tim Short about 
dusk ; others tried to convince themselves and 
their friends that he was seen in this place or 
that, while a vague report stated that he was 
last seen by the river bank passing hurriedly 
from view in the darkness. 

This was a sensational rumor. Was he 
drowned ? Had he committed suicide ? If so, 
why ? Every one discussed the case — specu- 
lated upon it. One had this theory and an- 
other that. None thought exactly alike, and 
each labored to persuade the other that his 
theory was the correct one. 

Matthew's parents and sister were heart 
broken. They knew nothing of his where- 
abouts, save that they believed he was safe, for 
they found a note in his room saying simply 
that he was forced to leave town immediately ; 
that he could not then explain why, and that 
they would soon know all. He begged them 
them not to worry about him, and humbly 
asked their forgiveness. 



' HEN Mr. Rexford heard that Matthew 
De Vere was missing, he immediately 
had papers made out for the arrest of 
Tim Short, charging him with being 
concerned in robbing and burning his store. 

Sheriff Coombs served the papers upon Tim, 
who was at home at the time sawing wood, and 
had not yet learned the news about Matthew. 

When he saw the officer approach him, he 
turned pale and nearly fainted. The sheriff 
spoke to him, but he was so badly frightened 
he could hardly reply. 

t( I shall have to take you with me," con- 
tinued the officer. 

" Must I go ?" pitifully stammered Tim. 

" No way out of it now. The law ain't ten- 
der hearted, young man, with fellers that rob 
and burn stores ; and besides your pal — that De 
Vere boy — has run away. 

Tim staggered and fell to the ground — he 
had fainted dead away. 

When he regained consciousness, his first 
words were : 

" And Matthew has run away — run away and 
left me when he was the cause of it all," and 
the great tears rolled down his cheeks, while he 
sobbed bitterly. 

Even the sheriff's heart was touched, and hi* 
official bearing relaxed as the boy's mother, al- 
most prostrated with grief, implored him to let 
her son go. 

" Your son practically acknowledges his guilt ; 
but even if he did not, I should be compelled as 
an officer to make the arrest, since the papers 
were placed in my hands." 

' ' But he says Matthew De Vere was the cause 
of all," sobbed the anxious mother. 

" Yes, but De Vere has run away." 

"Then is there no way that my boy can De 
cleared ? O Timmy ! Timmy ! To think that 
you should come to this." 

" I think if he were to turn State's evidence — 
that is, to tell of his own free will all the facts 
connected with the affair — the court would 
probably deal more leniently with him." 

" Do you think so ?" eagerly asked the 

" I am quite sure it would, for another party 
is already under arrest for being concerned with 
the robbery." 

Tim brightened up at this remark, and 
showed some hope. 

" I will tell the court all I know — everything 
from first to last," said he. 

"Do, Timmy, do, and I am sure the blame 
will not come on you," said his mother. 

Officer Coombs took Tim direct to Lawyer 
Ham's office, where he found the attorney and 
Mr. Rexford together. 

After a hurried conversation, in which young 
Short agreed to tell everything he knew bearing 
upon the robbery and fire, all adjourned to the 
hall where Jacob Simmons's case was to be 

The case excited so much interest that the 
room was filled to overflowing. Among those 
present was Matthew's father, who wished to 
know the facts about his son's connection with 
the robbery ; also Dr. Dutton, Mr. Farrington, 
and Fred Worthington. Yes, another was 
present — little Carl, pale and thin from his 
sickness, but alive with interest in what he ex- 
pected to be Fred's great triumph. 

When the court was ready for the trial, Mr. 
Ham, on the part of the prosecution, called 
Tim Short as the first, witness, much to the 
surprise of Jacob Simmons and his lawyer. 

" Do you know anything about John Rex- 
ford's store being robbed and burned ? " asked 
Mr. Ham of Tim. 

" I do," replied the latter. 

" Tell us all you know about it." 

Tim hesitated, hardly knowing how to com- 
mence the confession of such a crime. 

" Did you have any connection with it ? " 
asked Attorney Ham, by way of aiding the boy 
out of his embarrassment. 

"Yes, sir," answered Tim. 

" What did you do ?" 

" I helped rob the store, and then we set fire 
to it." 

" Who was with you ?" 

" Matthew De Vere was with me." 

' ' Who else ?" 

" No one." 

" Did Jacob Simmons have anything to do 
with the robbery ?" 

" No, not exactly." 

' ' What do you mean by not exactly ?" 

" I mean he wasn't there and didn't do it, but 
if it hadn't been for him we shouldn't have 
robbed the store or had any trouble." 

" Then he planned the robbery for you ?" 

" No." 

"What was his connection with it, then ?" 

" He threatened to have us arrested if we 
didn't pay him three hundred dollars." 

Tim here explained why Simmons demanded 
the money — told how Matthew came to the sa- 
loon for him, how they lay in wait for Fred, and 
the mistake they made in supposing Jacob Sim- 
mons to be the latter. 

" And he demanded this three hundred dol- 
lars as a reward for keeping the matter a 
secret ?" asked the judge. 

" Yes, sir," replied Tim. 

Jacob Simmons's face was scarlet. Every one 
looked at him contemptuously, while he had to 
endure their cutting glances without a shield. 

Right here Mr. Ham read the paper that 
Nellie Dutton had found, as evidence to sub- 
stantiate Tim's statement. 

" Why did Matthew De Vere wish to waylay 
Fred Worthington ?" asked Judge Plummer 
thoughtfully, as if to get at the bottom of the 

" He said he wanted to get square with him." 

" Is that all ?" 

" That and to teach him not to interfere with 

" How had Fred interfered with him ?" 

"I don't know that, but I am sure Matthew 
did everything he could to injure him." 

" Did he do more than attempt to waylay 
him ?" 

" Yes ; he played friendship with Fred and 
got the bartender to drug him, and that was 
what made him drunk that time when every- 
body talked about him." 

Now every one looked at Fred, but they were 
congratulatory glances, with a bit of hero wor- 
ship about them. 

Mr. Farrington and Dr. Dutton, who sat near 
Fred, leaned over and congratulated him with a 
warm grasp of the hand. 

Every cloud that had hovered over our young 
friend was now swept away — every mystery was 
at last explained, and he stood triumphant over 
all oppositions, the hero of the village — much 
stronger and far more popular than if he had 
never been under fire. He was tried and not 
found wanting in the qualities that go to make 
a strong man with a noble character. 

In answer to further questions by the judge, 
Tim stated that they knew of no legitimate way 
to raise the money, as Matthew did not dare 
speaK to his father about it ; that they were 
forced to do something, believing Jacob Sim- 
mons would have them arrested if they failed to 
produce the money. 

He further said that Matthew and he were 
driven almost crazy by these repeated demands 
from Simmons, and committed the robbery 
without realizing what they were doing. 

They burned the store, he said, to cover up 
their theft. All the money found he claimed 
was given to Mr. Simmons, together with some 
articles that would not excite suspicion. Among 
the latter was the knife Fred discovered in 
Jacob's possession, and which led to the discov- 
ery of the guilty parties. 

" Did you turn over to Jacob Simmons all the 
goods you took from the store ?" asked the judge. 

" No, sir. We were afraid he would suspect 
us, so we gave him only a few things besides the 
money." answered Tim. 

"What did you do with the other things ? " 

"We hid them up in the pine grove, for we 
didn't dare to do anything with them." 

" Are they there yet ?" 

" Yes, sir." 

"Then you did not make up the full three 
hundred dollars for Jacob Simmons ? " 

" No ; but Matthew promised to pay him the 
balance, so he agreed to do nothing further." 

No proof was given to show that Jacob Sim- 
mons knew anything about the robbery or had 
anything to do with it, therefore he could not 
legally be holden for receiving stolen goods, as 
he did so innocently. 

It could not be shown that he directly incited 
the boys to commit the robbery, though he was 
unquestionably the cause of it. In fact, Jacob 
was all the while aiming at the fat pocketbook 
of Matthew's father. 

If I were to follow this case and that against 
Tim Short through the courts, it would take 
many chapters to record the legal proceedings, 
and as it would be entirely out of the design of 
this narrative, I will simply state the final result. 

In view of the fact that Tim Short confessed 
his guilt, and that he was the tool of Matthew 
De Vere, together with Mr. De Vere's influence 
in his behalf, he was saved from going to prison, 
and was sent instead to serve three years in the 
State reform school, where he was compelled to 
learn a trade, and to conform to a rigid disci- 

Jacob Simmons was found guilty of black- 
mail, and was sentenced to serve one year at 
hard labor in the State prison and to pay a fine 
of three hundred dollars. 

But where was Matthew De Vere all this time ? 
{To be concluded.) 


Once more the Argosy voices the need of a new 
invention. This time it is a device other than oars 
for propelling a lifeboat through the surf. The 
Sun says that the offer last year of gold and silver 
medals as prizes for the best plans' for a boat of 
this sort, met with no sort of success, no design 
worthy of even special mention having been re- 

The propelling power of the ordinary lifeboat is 
gone when it is most needed. It ought not to be 
either a difficult or an expensive thing to provide 
such a boat with some other sort of driving force. 
The boat is not hard to propel. It is about -26 feet 
long, 7 wide, and 3 1-2 deep. It is decked over on 
the plane of the water line, and the hold beneath is 
divided into compartments, which are usually 
filled with cork and parafnne wax or some such 
light substance, so that if a compartment be broken 
open it will not fill with water. 

It requires a crew of six oarsmen and a cox- 
swain. If an adequate propelling scheme were pro- 
vided, one of these men might be dispensed with. 
After the boat was launched and his weight saved, 
if the propelling device weighed 500 pounds, it 
would therefore net but a little over 300 pounds 
additional weight for the boat, but something 
ought to be made in these days of tempered steel 
and aluminum that would weigh less. 

If some of the men who are taking out patents 
for car couplers, railroad switches and washing 
machines at the rate of a dozen a week, with no 
reasonable hope of ever getting the price of the 
patents out of their devices, were to turn their at- 
tention to lifeboats, something worthy the atten- 
tion at least of the Lifeboat Institution might be 
produced. When it is considered that such boats 
would readily sell for $2,500, perhaps $3,000 each, 
the margin for profit is apparent at least to a boat 

• *-♦•♦ 


In order to anticipate inquiries on the subject 
from our readers who may be thinking of turning 
their attention to stenography, we quote the fol- 
lowing bits of information from the Mail and Ex- 
press .' 

" How long does it take to learn shorthand ? " 
inquired the reporter of a court stenographer. 

" That depends upon yourself and what degree 
of efficiency you expect to acquire." 

'* How long does it take to become a court re- 

" From one to three years. To be a perfect sten- 
ographer, and absolute perfection can be attained 
in shorthand writing, takes time. A man who can 
write as rapidly as any man can talk, and read his 
notes as plainly as print, is perfect. To do this he 
must have written almost every word in ordinary 
use, and become familiar with its outlines. A man 
must be able to do this to be a court reporter. For 
often thousands of dollars depend upon the correct 
reading of a sentence. 

" Take, for instance, the characters ' d ' and ' t.' 
They are represented by a perpendicular stroke 
something like the letter ' I '. They are distin- 
guished one from the other by the slightness or 
heaviness of the stroke. In different positions on, 
above, or below the line, they mean different 
words. A careless writer might easily mistake the 
character for 'what,' 'had,' 'do,' 'did,' 'aid,' 
'add,' 'ode,' 'owed,' 'eat,' 'ate,' 'at,' 'ought,' 
' to,' ' tie,' ' toe,' ' tow,' ' day,' ' die,' ' due,' ' eyed ' 
and ' awed.' So you can see from this how neces- 
sary precision is, and how carefully trained a writer 
must be. If you want to become an amanuensis 
you can learn the art in six months, if you are per- 
sistent and industrious. As a rule, however, sten- 
ography is as difficult to acquire as a foreign lan- 



As young people are always curious to find out 
about the beginnings of things, we reprint below, 
from the Commercial Advertiser, some facts con* 
cerning the origin of the type writer : 

There was an invention in Detroit as far back as 
1826. It looked like a primitive device, but still the 
idea was good. This the patent office apparently 
was not aware of, for no mention was made of it. 

In the English patent office about the year 1840 
is the record of an invention by a Scotchman 
named Bayne, who first introduced the system of 
swinging type bars striking at a common point. 
He was afterward the inventor of the telegraphic 
printing machines, and, the writer thinks, reaHy 
deserves the credit of being the father of the prac- 
tical invention. 

His successor in America was Dr. Francis, of 
Albany, who died in Newport. He produced a 
very perfect machine on the typewriter plan, but 
it was nearly as large as a cottage piano, and had 
a straight keyboard much the same. It was a very 
ingenious machine, and was invented about 1850. 
Then various improvements were made from time 
to time until the serviceable and valuable type- 
writer of today was evolved. 


Crows have been known to make their nests out 
of bank bills, but it has been left to the despised 
sparrow to line its abode with gold. Says the 
Swiss Cross : 

The girls in the Philadelphia Mint, last spring, 
made a favorite of a sparrow that was permitted 
to pick up their lunch crumbs. A little boy stole 
its nest one day, and upon drawing his hand from 
the box, it was found full of shining particles. An 
examination of the box showed it to be not only 
flecked with gold dust, but that it was carpeted with 
sparkling, soft, yellow gold. The sparrow had 
been regularly carrying away gold dust in its 
feathers, which it shook out when making its toilet. 

Ask your newsdealer for The Golden Ar- 
gosy. He can get you any number you may 


A citizen of Munich, Bavaria, who was short of 
funds, had recourse to the following original 
scheme for raising the wind. He ordered a con- 
fectioner to make a pie for his wife's birthday, con- 
taining, as a surprise, a lining of new twentv pfennig 
pieces. The man was relieved, but the confectioner 
is still waiting for his money. 

MARCH 31, 1888. 




Rich am I if, when I pass 
'Mid the daisieson the grass, 
Every daisy in my sight 
Seems a jewel of delight ! 
Rich am I if I can see 
Treasure in the flower and tree, 
And can hear 'mid forest leaves 
Music in the summer eves ; 
And I fee 1 , in every mood 
That life is fair and God is good! 
*-♦> — — 

[This story commenced in No. 270.] 

Mr. Malgrove's Ward; 



Author of "Reginald Cruden" etc.* etc. 



[EFF," said Percy, after a minute or two, 
" it's nonsense your staying here to get 
frozen ; do go on." 

11 No, old fellow ; I prefer your com- 
pany to my own." 

"But, Jeff, we may not last out till the 

"We won't give it up yet, 

Jeffreys had great faith in 
the caloric of hope,, espe- 
cially for a boy of Percy's 
temperament. For himself 
he saw enough to guess that 
their position was a desper- 
a t e one. The ledge o n 
which they sat was narrow 
and slanting, and the wind, 
shifting gradually to the 
west, began to get round 
them menacingly, and cause 
them now and then to grip 
at the stones while some 
specially furious gust blew 
past. Added to that, Percy's , 
arm was probably broken, 
and, despite a makeshift 
bandage and sling, adjusted 
at imminent peril of being 
swept away in the operation, 
increasingly painful. The 
mist wrapped them like a 
winding sheet, and froze as 
it fell. 

"How long will Julius 
take getting down ?" asked 
the boy. 

" Not long," said Jeffreys, 
with a shudder, not wholly 
caused by the cold. 

' ' An hour ? He could 
bring them up in three 
hours, couldn't he ? " 

" Less, perhaps. We can 
hold out for three hours." 

"Jeff, old fellow, do go; 
what is the use of you stay- 
ing ? " 

"Harder work for the 
wind to lift two of us than 
one. It can't last long, I'm 
certain ; it's chopping al- 

They relapsed into silence 
and listened to the storm as 
it dashed on the cliffs above 

A quarter of an h o u r 
passed. Then Jeffreys felt 
the boy's head drop on his 

"Percy, old man, no 
sleeping," said he, raising 
his head. 

"I'm not sleeping; only 
wondering where Julius is." 

But his voice was drowsy, 
and the words drawled out slowly and dreamily. 

" Perhaps he's down the lower zigzag now," 
said Jeffreys, giving his companion a shake un- 
der pretext of readjusting the wraps. 

" I guess he'll go to Raby first," said Percy 
" Won't she be scared ? " 

"She will probably go to your father, and 
he'll get Appleby and Kennedy and some of the 
men, and they'll — Percy 1 hold up your head !" 

" Scarfe would like to get engaged to Raby, 
but she would sooner — " 

" Percy, old man, you're talking rubbish. 
Unless you sit up and keep awake we shall both 
come to grief," 

" I'll try," said the boy, "but I don't know 

" Tell me something about your year at Rug- 
by. I want to hear about it so much. What 
class were you in ? " 

Then followed a desperate half hour of cross 
examination, Jeffreys coming down with a ques- 
tion at the slightest symptom of drowsiness, 
and Percy, with all the cunning of a " somno- 
maniac," taking time to think before each an- 
swer, and even shirking a syllable here or there 
in order to snatch a wink. 

The daylight $lov»iy faded out of the mist, 
but still the wind howled and shook them on 
their narrow perch at every gust. Jeffreys, 
with dismay, found his limbs growing cramped 
and stiff, boding ill, unless relief soon came, for 
the possibility of moving at all. 

Surely, though, the wind was abating. The 
dash overhead sounded a trifle less deafening ; 
and the driving sleet, which an hour ago had 
struck on their faces, now froze their ears. 

Yes, the wind was shifting and falling. 

In the half minute which it took Jeffreys to 
make this discovery, Percy had once more fallen 
asleep, and it required a shake more prolonged 
than ever to arouse him. 

"What!" said he, as he slowly raised his 
head, " are they here ? Is father there ?" 

" No, old boy, but the wind is going down, 
and we may be able to move soon. Where did 
you field in that cricket match you were telling 
me of ?" 

" Short leg, and I made two catches." 

" Eravo ! Were they hard ones ? Tell me." 

So for another half hour this struggle with 
sleep went on. Jeffreys had more to do than 
keep his companion awake. He accompanied 
every question with a change of position of his 
knees and arms, that he might be able when the 
time came to use his limbs. It was little enough 
scope he had for any movement on that narrow 
ledge, but he lost no chance, and his self im- 
posed fidgets helped not only himself bul Percy. 

At last the roar on the cliffs changed into a 
surly soughing, and the gusts edged slowly but 
surely round behind the great buttress of the 

" Percy," said Jeffreys, "we must try a move. 
Can you hold on steady while I try to get up ? " 

full white moon, flooding the mountain and the 
hills beyond with its pure light. They wel- 
comed the light, for it showed them the way ; 
but they would have sold the view twenty times 
over for a pot of hot coffee. 

At the top they met the tail end of the gale 
spending its little remaining force on the 
mountain's back. It seemed like a balmy zephyr 
compared with the tempest of a few hours ago. 

The descent down the broad grass track with 
its slight covering of snow, towards Sharpen- 
holme, had little difficulty ; but the jolting tried 
Percy's arm as the steep climb with all its ex- 
ertion had not done. 

Jeffreys noticed the boy's steps become more 
unsteady, and felt him lean with increasing 
heaviness on his arm. 

" Percy, old boy, you are done up." 

"No — I — suppose we rest a minute or two ; 
I shall be all right." 

But while he spoke he staggered faintly, and 
would have fallen but for Jeffreys's arm in his. 

" I think if you went on," said he, " I could 
rest a bit and follow slowly." 

Jeffreys's answer was curt and decisive. 

He took the boy up in his arms as if he had 
been a baby, and, despite all protestation, car- 
ried him. 

On level ground and under ordinary circum- 
stances it would have been a simple matter. 
For Jeffreys was brawny and powerful ; and the 
light weight of the slender, wiry boy was noth- 


Percy was wide awake in an instant. 

" I can hold on, but my other arm is no good 
for scrambling." 

" I'll see to that ; only hold on while I get 

It was a long and painful operation ; every 
joint and muscle seemed to be congealed. At 
length, however, by dint of a terrible effort, he 
managed to draw up his feet, and even to stand 
on the path. He kicked up the earth so as to 
make a firm foothold, and then addressed him- 
self to the still more difficult task of raising the 
stiff and crippled Percy. 

How he did it, and how he half dragged, 
half earned him back along the ledge to the 
firmer ground of the upper zigzag path, he 
never knew. He always counted it as one of 
the miracles of his life, the work of that stronger 
than human arm which had already helped him 
along his path, and which in this act showed 
that it still was with him. 

To stand on that steep mountain path was, 
after the peril of that fearful ledge, like stand- 
ing on a broad paved road. 

" Where next ? " said Percy. 

" Over the top and down by the Sharpenholme 
track. Do you see the moon is coming out 
through the mist ? " 

" All serene !" 

They were not much in the humor for admir- 
ing the wonderful beauty of the scene as the 
mist gradually cleared and above them rose the 

ing to him. But on that slippery mountain 
side, after the fatigue and peril of the afternoon, 
it was as much as he could do to stagger forward 
under the burden. 

Yet — was it quite unnatural ? — a strange sort 
of happiness seemed to take possession of him 
as he felt this helpless boy's form in his arms, 
the head drooped on his shoulder, and the poor 
bruised arm tenderly supported in his hand. 
There seemed hope in the burden ; and in that 
brotherly service a promise of expiation for an- 
other still more sacred service which had been 
denied him ! 

He tramped down that long gradual slope in 
a contented dream, halting often to rest, but 
never losing heart. Percy, too exhausted to re- 
monstrate, yielded himself gratefully, and lay 
only half conscious in his protector's arms, often 
fancying himself at home in bed or lolling idly 
in the summer fields. 

It may have been midnight, or later still, 
when Jeffreys, looking beyond the shadows pro- 
jected by the moon in front of him, perceived a 
gleam of light far down in the valley. 

"Probably," thought he, "some honest 
shepherd, after his day's work, is happily going 
to rest. Think of a bed, and a pillow, and a 
blanket ! " 

But no, the light — the lights, there were two 
— were moving— moving rapidly and evenly. 

Jeffreys stood still to listen. The wind had 
long since dropped into rest, and the clear night 

air would have carried sound twice the distance. 
Yes, it was a cart or a carriage, and he could 
even detect the clatter of the horses on the hard 

Possibly some benighted teamster, or a mail 

He raised a shout which scared the sleeping 
rabbits in their holes and made the hill across 
the valley wake with echoes. 

The lights still moved on. He set Percy 
down tenderly on the grass with his coat beneath 
him. Then, running with all his speed, he 
halved the distance which separated him and the 
road, and shouted again. 

This time the clatter of the hoofs stopped 
abruptly and the lights stood still. 

Once more he shouted, till the night rang 
with echoes. Then, joyful sound ! there rose 
from the valley an answering call, and he knew 
all was safe. 

In a few minutes he was back again where 
Percy, once more awake, was sitting up, be- 
wildered, and listening to the echoes which his 
repeated shouts still kept waking. 

" It's all right, old fellow ; there's a carriage." 
" They've come to look for us, I can walk, 
Jeff, really." 

" Are you sure ?" 

"Yes, and they'd be so scared if they saw me 
being carried." 

So they started forward, the answering shouts 
coming nearer and nearer at every step. 

"That's Appleby," said 
Percy, as a particularly 
loud whoop fell on their 

It was, and with him Mr. 
Rimbolt and Scarfe. 

When darkness came and 
no sign of the pedestrians, 
the usual uneasiness had 
prevailed at Wildtree, in- 
creased considerably by 
Walker's and Raby's report 
as to the mountaineering 
garb in which the missing 
ones had started. The ter- 
rible tempest which had 
attacked the face of Wild 
Pike had swept over Wild- 
tree too, and added a hun- 
dredfold to the alarm which, 
as hour passed hour, their 
absence caused. Scarfe, ar- 
riving at home about ten 
o'clock, found the whole 
family in a state of panic. 
Mr. Rimbolt had been out 
on the lower slopes of the 
mountain, and reported that 
a storm raged there before 
which nothing could stand. 
The only hope was that they 
had been descending the 
back of the mountain, and 
taken refuge somewhere in 
the valley for the night. The 
carriage was ordered out, 
and Mr. Rimbolt and Scarfe 
started on what seemed a 
forlorn hope. For an hour or 
two they passed and re- 
passed the valley road, in- 
quiring at every cottage and 
farm without result. 

At last, just as they were 
resolving to give it up for 
the night, Appleby pulled 
up the horses suddenly and 
said he had heard a shout. 

Instantly they jumped out 
and shouted back ; and now, 
following the direction of 
the voice, far up the great 
slope, they met Jeffreys, 
with the boy leaning on his 
arm, safe, but exhausted. 

Neither of them retained 
a vivid recollection of that 
drive home. Jeffreys was 
vaguely conscious of their 
calling on the way for the 
doctor, and taking him along 
in the carriage. He also heard Scarfe say some- 
thing to Mr. Rimbolt in tones of commiseration, 
in which something was added about the incon- 
siderateness and untrustworthiness of Jeffreys. 
But for the rest he reclined back in his seat, 
scarcely conscious of anything but the rest and 
the warmth. 



tT Wildtree, the now familiar scene of the 
whole household gathered panic struck 
on the threshold, drove Jeffreys precipi- 
tately to his room. 

A few minutes after he had reached it Walker 
knocked at the door. 

" I'm not going to wait to be told this time," 
said he. "A nice dance we've had. Here, 
drink this. It's Mrs. Spigot's mixing, and will 
do you more good than a young lady's cup of 
tea. Come, down with it." 

Jeffreys had his doubts as to the comparison 
instituted by Walker. He certainly had en- 
joyed Raby's cup of tea more than this hot pota- 
tion. Still it revived and warmed him. 

" There's a fire and a hot bottle in your bed- 
room," said Walker. "So you lost your way, 
did you, in the storm ? " 

"I'll tell you all about it tomorrow," said 
Jeffreys. "What — what about Master Percy? 
How is he ?" 



NUMBER 278. 

" His arm's a bit broken, but I heard the doc- 
tor say that wasn't much if he don't get fever- 
ish. I hope you won't get feverish either, Mr, 

* * 1*11 try not. Thanks, Walker, and good 

It was long before Jeffreys slept that night. 
Left to himself, a dull sense of misery took pos- 
session of him, undefined at first, but gradually 
taking shape in various forms. 

The ominous telegram of the morning once 
more filled his mind and revived all the wretched 
memories of Bolsover and his crime there — 
memories which the presence of Scarfe in the 
house only embittered. Then there was a vague 
dread on Percy's account. Today's adventures 
had endeared the boy to him more than he sus- 
pected ; and the idea of illness and even worse 
resulting, sickened him as he brooded over it. 
Last of all came the thought of poor Julius — 
his one true friend — whc had stuck to him 
through good report and evil, and now in an 
instant had been snatched cruelly from his side. 

Jeffreys dropped asleep with the dog's howl 
ringing weirdly in his ears. 

It was ten o'clock when he awoke ; but the 
house was still asleep. Only a few servants 
were stirring ; and even Walker had taken ad- 
vantage of the occasion to '' sleep in." 

Jeffreys was tough and hardy ; and the night's 
rest and Mrs. Spigot's steaming tumbler had 
done more for him than twenty doctors. He 
got up, shook himself, and behold his limbs 
were strong under him, and his head was clear 
and cool. 

He dressed himself quietly and descended to 
the kitchen, where lie begged an early breakfast 
of the servants. Then he sallied forth with his 
stick towards Wild Pike. 

The grand pile on this bright winter's morn- 
ing looked almost hypocritically serene and be- 
nignant. The sunlight bathed the stern cliff 
which yesterday had buffeted back the wind 
with a roar as fierce as itself ; and in the quiet, 
spring-like air the peaceful bleating of sheep 
was the only sound to be heard on the steep 
mountain side. 

But Jeffreys did not turn his steps upward. 
On the contrary, he kept to the lowest track in 
the valley, and took the path which led him 
nearest to the base of that terrible wall of rock. 
A hard scramble over the fallen stones brought 
him to a spot where, looking up, the top of the 
wall frowned down on him from a sheer height 
uf five hundred feet, while half way down, like 
a narrow scratch along the face of the cliff, he 
could detect the ledge on which last night they 
had sat out the storm. 

There, among the stones, shattered and cold, 
lay all that remained of the brave Julius. His 
fate must have overtaken him before he had 
gone twenty yards on his desperate errand, and 
almost before that final howl reached his mas- 
ter's ears all must have been over. 

Jeffreys, as he tenderly lifted his lost friend in 
his arms, thought bitterly and reproachfully of 
the dog's strange conduct yesterday — his evident 
depression and forebodings of evil — the result, 
no doubt, of illness, but making that last act of 
self devotion all the more heroic. 

He made a grave there at the base of that 
grand cliff, and piled up a little cairn to mark 
the last resting place of his friend. Then, 
truly a mourner, he returned slowly to Wild- 

At the door he encountered Mrs. Rimbolt, 
who glarea at him and swept past. 

"How is Percy t.iis morning?" he in- 

" No thanks to you, Mr. Jeffreys," said the 
lady, with a double venom in her tones, "he is 

" His arm, is it " 

" Go to your work, sir," said the lady ; " 1 
have no wish to speak to you." 

Jeffreys bowed and retreated. He had ex- 
pected such a reception, and just now it neither 
dismayed nor concerned him. 

On the staircase he met Raby. She looked 
pale and anxious, but brightened up as she saw 

" Mr. Jeffreys," said she, " are you really up, 
and none the worse ?" 

" I am well, thank you," said he, " but very 
anxious to hear about Percy. " 

"He has had a bad night with his arm, but 
the doctor says he is going on all right. What 
a terrible adventure /vara had ! Percy told me a 
little of it. Oh, Mr. Jeffreys, it is all my 

Jeffreys could not help smiling. 

"By what stretch of ingenuity do you make 
that out ?" 

" It was I suggested your coaxing Percy out, 
you know ; 1 might have been the death of you 

"You did not send the wind, did you, or the 
mist ? If you did, of course you are quite en- 
titled to all the credit." 

"Don't laugh about it, please. Percy was 
telling me how if it had not been for you—" 

" He would never have been in any danger. 
Perhaps he is right. By the way, Miss Ather- 
ton, is there any chance of seeing him ?" 

" He has asked for you already ; but auntie, 
I believe, would have a fit if you went near hint. 
She seems to consider you are his evil genius ; 
instead of being just the opposite. Tell me how 
Julius is— he went with you, did he not ?" 

" I have been out this morning to bury 
Julius at the place where he fell." 

Raby, already unduly excited by the events of 
the past few days, broke into tears, and ai the 
same moment Scarfe, descending the stairs, 
stood before them. 

He looked first at Jeffreys, next at the girl. 
Then taking her arm, he said, 

"What is the matter? May I take you 
down stairs ?" 

"Oh, no," she cried, pushing away his 
hand, and dashing the tears from her eyes. 

" Mr. Jeffreys, I am so sorry, do forgive me," 
and she ran up stairs to her own room. 

Jeffreys and Scarfe stood facing one another, 

" What is the meaning of this ?" said the lat- 
ter, wrathfully. 

"It would not interest you. I was telling 
Miss Atherton about my dog." 

" Hang your dog ! Did not I tell you that I 
did not choose for you to obtrude yourself on 
Raby ?" 

" You did, and I should be sorry to obtrude 
myself on any one, whether you choose it or 

" You appear to forget, Cad Jeffreys " 

1 c I forget nothing — not even "that I am keep- 
ing you from your breakfast." 

And he quitted the scene. 

Later in the morning as he was working in 
the library, Mr. Rimbolt entered and greeted 
him cordially. 

" Jeffreys, my dear fellow, you are constantly 
adding new claims on my gratitude. What can 
I say to you now to thank you for your hero- 
ism yesterday, about which Percy has just told 
us ?" 

" Pray say nothing, and discount Percy's 
story heavily, for he was the hero. With his 
broken arm and in all the danger he never lost 
heart for a moment." 

" Yes, he is a brave boy too. But I came now 
to tell you he is asking for you. Will you come 
and see him ?" 

Jeffreys followed the father gratefully to the 
sick chamber. At the door he encountered 
Mrs. Rimbolt, who, having evidently been pre- 
sent at the boy's narrative, was pleased to re- 
gard him almost graciously, and, delightfully 
ignoring the previous encounter, to wish him 
good morning. 

Percy looked hot and feverish, but bright- 
ened up at once as he caught sight of his pro- 

"Hullo, old Jeff," said he, "isn't this all 
nonsense ? They say I'm in for a mild con- 
gestion and shall have to stick in bed for a fort- 
night. Just sit down, do you mind, and stay 
with me. You've pulled me through so far ; 
you may as well finish the job." 

Thus informally, and without consulting any- 
body, Jeffreys was constituted nurse in chief in 
the sick chamber. The boy would tolerate no 
discussion or protest on the part of the authori- 
ties. He must have old Jeff. Bother a hospi- 
tal nurse, bother the doctor, bother Scarfe, 
bother everybody. He wanted Jeff ; and if Jeff 
couldn't come he didn't mean to take his medi- 
cine or do anything he ought to do. Walker 
had better put up the chair bed in the dressing 
room for Jeff, and Jeff and he (Percy) could 
have their grub together. Of couise all the 
others could come and see him, especially Raby 
—but he meant to have Jeff there for good, and 
that was flat. 

Thus this selfish young invalid arranged for 
his own pleasure, and upset all the arrange- 
ments of his friends. 

Jeffreys delightedly accepted his new duty and 
faced the jealousy of Mrs. Rimbolt and Scarfe 
unflinchingly. It was certainly an unfortunate 
position for the fond mother ; and little won- 
der if in her mind Jeffrey s's brave service 
should be blotted out in the offense of being 
preferred before herself in the sick chamber. 
She readily lent an ear to the insinuations 
which Scarfe, also bitterly hurt, freely let out ; 
rind persuaded herself miserably that her boy 
was in the hands of an adventurer. 

So the fortnight passed. Percy turned the 
corner ; and the time for the departure of Mrs. 
Scarfe and her son drew near. 

Percy on the evening before they went had 
been less bright than usual, and had alarmed 
Jeffreys by a slight return of feverishness. He 
had just dropped off to sleep and seemed about 
to settle quietly for the night when the door 
opened and Scarfe came in. 

Jeffreys was there in an instant with his 
hand raised in warning. 

" Hush, please," said he, "he has just gone 
to sleep." 

"Whom are you telling to hush, you cant- 
ing brute ?" said Scarfe, raising his voice in a 
passion unusual for him. " Let me come in, 
do you hear ?" 

And he moved forward as if to force his way 
into the room. 

Jeffreys caught him by the two elbows and 
lifted him bodily out into the landing, and then 
stood with his back to the door. 

Scarfe, livid with rage, made no attempt to 
get back into the room. Turning on his adver- 
sary, lie said between his teeth. 

" 1 shall remember this," and departed. 



rpYCARFE descended to the drawing room, 
i^5y where he found Mrs. Rimbolt alone. 
)^/ "I am so sorry you are going," said 
she. "Your visit has been greatly 
spoiled. I fear. You must come to us at Easter, 
when we shall be in London, you know." 

"Thank you; I shall be glad to come. I 
hope to find Percy well again. I went to wish 
him good by just now, but was pretty abruptly 
denied admission, so 1 must ask you to say good 
by for u ie." 

" Dear me, it is very annoying, I cannot un- 

derstand the craze the boy has taken for this 
companion of his. I am so sorry you should 
have been annoyed." 

"I assure you I am far more annoyed on 
Percy's account than my own, I happen to 
know something of Jeffreys before he came to 
Wildtree. To tell you the truth, Mrs. Rimbolt, 
1 don't think he is a safe companion for Percy 
at all," 

" I have long felt the same, but what is to be 
done, Mr. Scarfe ? Mr. Rimbolt has almost the 
same craze as Percy for this librarian of his, and 
I have really no voice in the matter. He con- 
trives to leave nothing definite to lay hold of ; I 
should be thankful if he did. But it is most un- 
comfortable to feel that one's own son is per- 
haps being ruined under this roof." 

" It must be. It is no business of mine, of 
course, except that I am fond of Percy, and 
should be sorry to see harm come to him ; and 
knowing what I do " 

At that moment Mr. Rimbolt, with Mrs. 
Scarfe, entered the room. 

"What secrets are you two talking ?" said 
the latter. 

" Your son was just telling me how fond he 
is of Percy; and I am sure it will be a great 
loss to Percy when he is gone. He has prom- 
ised me to come to see us in town at Easter." 

" It is a satisfaction that you can leave with 
the assurance that Percy is virtually well again," 
said Mr. Rimbolt. " Really, I do not know 
how we should have got on without Mr. Jef- 
freys to nurse him. I never knew such devo- 
tion. He has never wanted for a thing all the 
time ; and Jeffreys's influence is of the highest 
and manliest sort. Percy will be able to reckon 
this illness among the blessings of his life." 

Mr. Rimbolt spoke feelingly and warmly. 

Scarfe and Mrs. Rimboit exchanged glances ; 
and the conversation shortly afterward changed 
to the journey before the travelers. 

Scarfe had gone down to the drawing room 
resolved, cost what it would, to settle scores 
with Jeffreys there and then by denouncing him 
to the family on whose favor he was dependent ; 
and had Mr. Rimbolt's entrance been delayed a 
few minutes, Mrs. Rimbolt would have known 
all about young Forrester. Once again, how- 
ever, he was stopped in time, and a few mo- 
ments' reflection convinced him it was as well. 

Raby, he knew, whatever she might think of 
Jeffreys, would never forgive the informant who 
should be the means of turning him out of 
Wildtree, ^ till less would Percy. Nor was Mr. 
Rimbolt likely to esteem his guest more highly 
in the capacity of talebearer ; and he decidedly 
wished to " keep in " with all three. 

Not having done what he intended to do, 
Scarfe felt decidedly virtuous, and considered 
himself entitled to any amount of credit for his 

It seemed a pity Raby should not know of 
this noble effort of self denial. 

" Miss Atherton," said he, just as they were 
about to separate for the night, " I'm afraid 
you will have forgotten all about me when you 
see me next." 

" You are very uncomplimentary, Mr. Scarfe." 

" I do not mean to be ; and I'm sure 1 shall 
not forget you." 

" Thank you. This has been a very eventful 

" It has ; but I shall never regret that day on 
the ice, although I fear I made one enemy by 
what I did." 

"You don't understand Mr. Jeffreys ; he is 
very shy and proud." 

" I understand him quite well, and wish for 
Percy's sake every one here did, too. But 1 am 
not going to disobey you, and talk of people 
behind their backs, Miss Atherton. I am sure 
you will approve of that." 

" I do ; I never like it, unless it is something 
nice of them." 

" Then I certainly had better not talk to you 
about Mr. Jeffreys," said Scarfe, with a sneer, 
which did him more damage in Raby's eyes 
than a torrent of abuse from his lips. "Do 
you know you have never yet shown me die 
telegram you had about your father's last battle ? 
It came the morning 1 was away, you know." 

" Yes. I fancied perhaps you did not care to 
see it, as you never asked me," said Raby, pro- 
ducing the precious paper from her dress, where 
she kept it like a sort of talisman. 

" How could you think that ?" said Scarfe, 
reproachfully, who had quite forgotten to ask to 
see it. 

He took the paper and glanced down it. 

"Hullo!" said he, starting as Jeffreys had 
done. "Captain Forrester! I wonder if that's 
poor young Forrester's father ! " 

"Who is poor young Forrester?" inquired 

Scarfe read the paper to the end, and then 
looked up in well simulated confusion. 

" Poor young Forrester? Oh — well, I dare- 
say Jeffreys could tell you about him. The fact 
is. Miss Atherton, if I am not allowed to talk 
of people behind their backs it is impossible for 
me to tell you the story of poor voting Forres- 

" Then," said Raby, flushing, as she folded 
up the paper, " I've no desire to hear it." 

Scarfe could see he hi:. I ?f')ne too far. 

" I have offended yoi. " said he; "but really 
I came upon the name so unexpectedly that — " 

" Do you expect to be working hard this term 
at Oxford ?" said Raby, doing the kindest 
thing in turning the conversation. 

It was hardly to be wondered at if she retired 
that night considerably perplexed and dis- 
turbed. There was some mystery attaching to 
Jeffreys, which, if she was to set any store by 

Scarfe's insinuations, was of a disgraceful kind. 
And the agitation which both Scarfe and 
Jeffreys had shown on reading the telegram 
seemed to connect this Captain Forrester, or 
rather his son, whom Scarfe spoke of as " poor 
young Forrester," with the same mystery. 
Raby was a young lady with the usual allow- 
ance of feminine curiosity, which, though she 
was charity itself, did not like to be balked by 
a mystery. 

She therefore opened a letter she had just 
finished to her father, to add the following 
postscript ; 

Was this brave Captain Forrester who saved the 
guns a friend of yours? Tell me all about him. 
Had he a wife and children V Surely something 
will be done for them, poor things. 

Early next morning Mrs. Scarfe and her son 
left Wildtree. 

Jeffreys, from Percy's window, watched them 
drive away. 

" Very glad you must be to see the back of 
them," said Percy. 

" I am glad," responded Jeffreys, honestly. 

"I'm not so frightfully sorry," said Percy. 
" Scarfe 's a jolly enough chap, but he's up to 
too many dodges, don't you know ? And he's 
dead on Raby, too. Quite as dead as you are, 

" Percy, a fortnight's congestion has not 
cured you of the bad habit of talking non- 
sense," said Jeffreys. 

"All very well, you old humbug, but you 
know you are, aren't you ?" 

" Your cousin is very good and kind, and no 
one could . help liking her. Everybody is 
' dead on her,' as you call it ; even Walker." 

Percy enjoyed this, and allowed himself to be 
led off the dangerous topic. He was allowed to 
sit up for the first time this day, and held a 
small levee in his room. 

Jeffreys took the opportunity to escape for a 
short time to the library, which he had scarcely 
been in since the days on the mountain. 

He knew Mrs. Rimbolt w^ould enjoy her visit 
to the sick chamber better without him, and he 
decidedly preferred his beloved books to her 
majestic society. 

Percy, however, was not satisfied with the ar- 

" Where's old Jeff ?" said he, presently, when 
his mother, Raby, and he were left alone. 
" Raby, go and tell Jeff, there's a brick. You 
can bet he's in the library. Tell him if he 
means to cut me dead he might break it 

"Raby," said Mrs. Rimbolt, as her niece, 
with a smile, started on his majesty's errand, 
" I do not choose for you to go looking about 
for Mr. Jeffreys. There is a bell in the room, 
and Walker can do it if required. It is un- 
seemly in a young lady." 

"One would think old Jeff was a wild beast 
or a savage by the way you talk," said Percy, 
complainingly. " All I know is, if it hadn't 
been for him you'd all have been in deep mourn- 
ing now instead of having tea up here with 

" It is quite possible, Percy," said his mother, 
" for a person " 

" Person ! " interrupted the boy, "Jeff's not 
a person ; he's a gentleman. As good as any of 
us, only he hasn't got so much money." 

" I fear, Percy, your illness has not improved 
your good manners. I wish to say that Mr. 
Jeffreys may have done you service " 

" I should think he has," interjected the irre- 
pressible one. 

" But it by no means follows that he is a 
proper companion for a good, innocent boy like 

Percy laughed hilariously. 

" Really, ma, you are coming it strong. Do 
you see my blushes, Raby ? " 

" You must make up your mind to see a great 
deal less of Mr. Jeffreys for the future ; he is 
not the sort of person " 

"Look here, ma," said Percy, terrifying his 
parent by the energy with which he sprang to 
his feet. "I'm jolly ill, and you'd be awfully 
sorry if I had a fit of coughing and brought up 
blood, wouldn't you ? Well, I shall if you call 
Jeff a person again. Where is Jeff, I say ? I 
want Jeff. Why don't you tell him, Raby ? " 

After this, for a season at any rate, Percy 
was allowed to have his own way, and jeopard- 
ized his moral welfare by unrestricted inter- 
course with the " person " Jeffreys. 

So the time passed happily enough for Jef- 
freys, until about three weeks after the Scarfes' 
departure, when the following amiable letter 
reached him with the Oxford postmark on the 
envelope : 

Christ Church, Feb. 20th. 

Jeffreys: You may have supposed that because 
I left Wildtree without showing you up in your 
proper character as a murderer and a hypocrite 
that I have changed my opinions as to what is my 
duty to Mr. Rimbolt and his family in the matter. 
It is not necessary for me to explain to you why I 
did not do it at once, especially after the black- 
guardly manner in which you acted on the last 
evening of my stay there. You being Mr. Rim- 
bolt's servant I had to consider his convenience. J 
now write to say that you can spare me the un- 
pleasant duty of informing the Wildtree household 
of what a miscreant they have in their midst by- 
doing it yourself. If, after they know all, they 
choose to keep you on, there is nothing more to be 
said. You are welcome to the chance you will 
have of lying in order to whitewash yourself, but 
either I or you must tell what we know. Mean- 
while I envy you the feeling with which I dare say 
you read of the death of poor young Forrester's 
lather in Afghanistan. Mow your cowardly crime 
must have brightened Ins last hours ! 

Vours, R. S< ,m<fh. 

{To he continued.) 

MARCH 31, 18S8. 




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business. Spare moments may be profitably employed 
also. A few vacancies in towns and cities. B. F. 
JOHNSON & CO., 1009 Main St., Richmond, Va. 
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The best Cough Medi- 
cine is Piso's Cuke foe 
Consumption. Children 
take it without objection. 

By all druggists. 25c. 


Best Cough Syrup. Tastes good. Use 
in time. Sold by druggists. 


GIVEN AWAY ! A pack 
asi'e Mixed Flower Seeds, (600 
kinds), with Park's Flora*, 

— ■—— — i m Guide, all for 2 stamps. 

Every flower lover delighted. Tell all your friends. G. 

W. PARK, Fannettsburtr, Pa. 

jf§p- Be prompt. This offer appears but once more. 
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Send for circulars. Agents wanted. Fountain Holder 
fitted with best. quality Gold Pen. Stylo, $1 ; Fountain 
$1.59 ami up, J.ULRIOITJfc CO.. 106 Liberty St., N. Y. 
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A Wonderful Offer 


Gold Toothpick, Ivory Handled Knife and a Rolled Gold Ring 
Given You to introduce our Wew Cards for '88. Fifty 
fc-atin, Plush, Fringed, Kmbossed aud Floral Cards, your name on 
each, and A.IiIJ the siliove articles for 555 cts. 
AJKT PKINTING CO., WalHnglord, Ct. 
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Greatest Bargains isSSE 

Baking Powder and PREMIUMS. 
t or particulars address 
The Gbeat American Tea Oo.. 
31 433 Vesey St., New York. N. T. 
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TUC flCnni C1C> UAUCCTrin Afl ( Offer* you a Beantlfnl House Iiot, Cottage Stte or Orange Grove IEDCE 
INC rEUrLu V nUlnCO I CAU UUll Tract, in one of the best locations ill that favoied State, jTilCC 


years to pay for same. Plans of houses will be furnish- 
ed free upon application to those wishing- to build, but 
i t is entirelyoptional with owners of land whether they 
build or not. The Company will also contract to set out 
and take care of orange grove tracts for five years. 


This Company own and control 90,000 acres of land 
in Marlon County, Florida, 187 feet above the 
sea level, and consisting oi' nigh* dry, rolling, fer- 
tile pine laud. 

To enhance the value of all this lanl by large and 
diversiiied ownership, the Company propose to give 
awny a portion of this property in cottage sites. 
and five, ten, twenty and forty acre tracts, suit- 
able for orange grove and vegetable culture, and to 

MARION CO., FLORIDA, ten miles from Ocala, 
the county seat, a thriving town of 3,500 inhabitants. 
1 1 is all high, dry, rolling pine Ian d, J ree from wet epo I s, 
and one of the healthiest locations in Florida. The 
runs through it. 

Mr. A. i\ Mantif Jr., Gen'l Manager of 
this B* JC.f in speaking of this land, says t 

" I should think $3,000 no extraordin- 

a-Hu vt'ireuiujw culture, aiiu io — ._<■ ii^-.« _*_*• 

those who r accept "tliis offer anS send their name and "vy price for our one-half interest ofomy 
address we will send a numbered 160 acres so favorably situated, for a town 

111 IDD1UTV Itrcn AnTmil DAlin with a handsome and ornamental depot 
WMnriAfl I UECU UrllUfl PUHU , already established, and such fine pros- 

whieh entitles^eTioldeTToTn^rtEeToTlowing tracts j pects of local importance.. It is^ all_ hiyh, 

- specified . 




The above tracts, cottage sites and business lots con- 
sist of about one-half our lands. By giving away one- 
half and reserving the balance, we expect the price 
to quadruple within a year, as many will undoubt- 
edlv settle and improve. This land will be allotted as 
applications are received, M A FAIR AN1> EQUITA- 
RLE MANNER, and with no preferences* 


After you have received your bond, if youwillfillitout 
with full name complying with it3 provisions and return 

dry, Tolling and fertile pine land, and 
there is no more healthy location in JFfor- 
ida. The surrounding country, as well 
as this land, is especially adapted to 
ORANGE and VEGETABLE culture, as 
well as to upland rice, long staple cotton, 
corn, and choice varieties of tobacco." 

RURAL FREE PRESS, Ocala, Fia., Bays: "The 
land is high, rolling pine, and considered equal to 
any pine lands in the State. Any of the semi-trop- 
ical fruits such as oranges, lemons, limes, banauas, pine 
apples, and guavasdoaswellonpineland as hummock." 

TAYCC DA 111 Th8 Company will pay nil taxes 
IHAbv rMllfi upon this property until 1890. 

EAffeTC Marion County is one of the richest 
Pfllj 1 Os counties in Florida; contains excellent 
* " w Z soil and raises more than half the 

orange and lemon crop of the State. LEROlf 
i s the centre of one of the healthiest and most fer- 
tile sections. No swamps, no malaria, and so far 
south as to be below what is termed the "frost line." 
The celebrated Withlacooche Eiver, close by, is filled 
with choice varieties of fish, while deer and other 
game fill the forests for miles around. Blue Spring, 
within fifteen minutes of Leroy, is one of the won- 
ders of the State. 

I AAII Al IIDC To those wishing to 
LUuflL ULUlJJi form clubs in their 

— ww "— w^w— wi town we wiU send ftvQ 

warranty deed option bonds for $1.00; ten for $2.00 ; 
fifteen for S3.00 ; twenty-five for $5.00 ; forty for $8.00 ; 
fifty for $10.00. No more than fifty will be sent to 
any one club. 

lAIBITC TA niV This offer will soon 
W HI It I U"00 I ■ fcw withdrawn. Send 
[_■■■_■ ■■ ! M ■ rw ! ■ in a club and have 

THE OCALA BANNER says i "The lands are hltrh, , _ 
dry and rolling, and LEROV is one of the finest and 'your friends interested with you. If tree property 

healthiest locations in the State and all that the Com- i s all taken when your order is received, money will 
to us, we will then execute and forward to you a WAR* pany claim for it is strictly within the bounds v^f facts." be returned. The more owners the more values are 
RANT Y DEED which makesyou absolute owner for- . ^ *- ■■■■iHas mmift ■■■■■■»■■ « increased. This is what makes real estate in our large 
ever. No charge whatever is made fori he Wiirranty <^L-|" IM ATI* AN fl lit Al TH ^t- cities so valuable, and it is our only reason for making 
I>eedOptionBond,butwerequirealltosendS5eent8, ^UHIPHIK HIH> flUH Lll l l^ this unparalleled offer. Send money by Postal Note, 
FoetalNote or Cash, orfiO cents in Stamps. when ap- "IL r hmate of Tfn? section is 'unsurnawH hv JLv I Honey Order or Registered Letter. Address, 
plication is sent for the deed bond. This amount is a pro- JJg Soridfnot SSL excepMnl 1SS? M Sb1, &»* ' 

delightful breezes are constantly blowing between 

the Gu f and the Atlantic. The thermometer rarely 

goes above 90 in Summer or below 40 in the Winter. 

No sunstrokes ever occur in Summer, and nights are 

delightfully cool. This immediate neighborhood is 

well adapted for a Summer as well as Winter resort. 

i pro- 
rata charge to help pay for this advertiseraentiPostage, 
and also a hnndsomeiy Illustrated book on Florida, 

its climate, soil, orange culture, &c. and is in no senpe a 
charge for the deed bond or the land it calls for. After 
receiving the option bond you are not obligated to have 
the deed executediE the location or land dots not suit you 
and the 25 cts. expense will be returned in such case. 


UfiHEV I nAIICn This Company Is pre. 
IHUNEI tgUflUCIIl pared to loan money 

tor improvements 


ALBERT WILKO, President, 

We do business with the >North River Bank, N. T. 
City, and refer by permission to the following well 

All our lands are located in and around LEROY, I upon property secured from the Company, giving five I known business mem 

REFERENCES. ROBERT BULLOCK, County Clerk, Ocala, Fla.; T.W. HARRIS, Editor Rural Free Press, Ocala 5 FRANK 

1 1 SlSSfliito I ■ E- HARRIS, Editor Ocala*Barmer, Ocala; J. D. STOCKTON, Ocala, Fla.; J. B. STILWELX & CO., 20 

Cliff St., N.V. City; HEFFRON & PHELPS, 247 Pearl St., N. Y.j JOHN F. PHILLIPS & CO., 29 Park Row, N. V.j W. J. TOLAND, 

Postmaster, Leroy, Florida. __„ 




NUMBER 378. 

Conductor (to boy who has been waving jacket.)— 1 * Well, my boy, what is the matter ?" 
Boy.—" Why, I have lost a cent and don't want ter be run over while I am looking for it." 


Great geniuses are not the only individuals who 
are afflicted with absent mindedness. Even ordi- 
nary, every day business men sometimes furnish 
unconscious entertainment by their vagaries, as 
witness these two anecdotes from the Dispatch ; 

A story used to be told many years ago of a mer- 
chant who was peculiarly subject to fits of absent 
mindedness. Once he was writing a letter, and 
thought that he had forgotten his correspondent's 
first name. Turning to one of his clerks, he said : 
" What's John Jackson's first name ? " 

The clerk, accustomed to his employer's pecu- 
liarity, replied, "John, sir." 

The merchant wrote the letter, put it in an enve- 
lope, and was again at a loss. To the same clerk 
he said : " Excuse me, Charles, I've forgotten John 
Jackson's last name." 

But a better story than the above is told of a 
gentleman in this city who was met by a friend one 
morning recently, hurrying back from the depot 
toward his home. 

" What's the matter?" the friend asked. 

" Oh, I've left my watch under my pillow, and 
I'm going to get it." 

" You'll miss your train." 

"Oh, no," was the absent minded man's reply. 
" See, I've got four minutes yet," and he pulled 
out his watch to enforce the statement. And he 
didn't realize for several seconds what it was that 
made his friend laugh so heartily. 


EIVD for free Catalogue of Books of Amusements 
Speakers, Dialogues, Gymnastics, Fortune Tellers 
Dream Books, Debates, Letter Writers, Etiquette 
etc. Dick & Fitzgerald, 8 Ann St., New York 
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-t f\ C* IJl'XT'T 1 Ll (silver) pays for your address in 
X\J KjHiJLS JL O the "Agent's Directory," which 
goes whirling all over the United States, and you will 
get hundreds of samples, circulars, books, newspapers, 
magazines, etc., from those who want agents. You will 
get lots of mail matter and good reading free, and will 
Be WELL PLEASED with the small investment. List 
containing name sent to each person answering this ad 
vertisement J. H, ROUSH, 37 Boyleston, Ind. 

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114 Nassau StNYCity 


| Send 10c for Complete ' 

prieeCatalogue of 8000 

stamps and Coin list. 

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V tf '' J FREE! -» 

We want an active and intelligent mau 
or woman to represent us in each town. 
To those who are willing to work we 
promise large profits. Cooker and 
Outfit free. Apply at once for terms. 

Rochester, N. V. 

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When Baby was sick, we gave her Castoria, 
When she was a Child, she cried for Castoria, 
When she became Miss, she clung to Castoria, 
When she had Children, she gave them Castoria, 

So disguised that the most 
delicate stomach can take it. 

Remarkable as a 
Persons gain rapidly 

while taking it. 


Is acknowledged by Physicians to be the FINEST 

and BEST preparation of its class for the relief of 




all dbusgists. Scott & Bowne, New York. 


T* e Original ! Beware of lmitat'aiis ! 

A warded Highest Prize and Only Medal. 

Paris Exposition, 1878. 
Highest Award New Orleans Exhibition. 

THE Toy 
likes best! 

We take pleas- 
ure in inform- 
ing our patrons 
that our stock of 
the celebrated 





completely SOLD out before Christmas, is now re- 
plenished and fully assorted, and solicit renewal of 
their kind orders. The Price-list will be forwarded gra- 
tis on application to 




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Your Life 

Is In danger while your Mood is impure. 
Gross food, careless personal habits, and 
various exposures render miners, loggers, 
hunters, and most frontiersmen peculiarly 
subject to eruptive and other blood diseases. 
The best remedy is Ayer's Sarsaparilla. A 
powerful alterative, this medicine cleanses 
the blood through the natural channels, and 
speedily effects a cure. 

Ayer's Sarsaparilla. 

Prepared by Dr. J. C. Aver & Co., Lowell , Mass. 
Price $1 ; six bottles, $5. Worth $5 a bottle. 

Jhe American Cycles 

Descriptive Catalogue 
on Application. 



Chicago, III. 

'est Manufacturers inamerica 

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Factory Ends at half price; one ounce in a I 
I box— all good Silk and good colors. Sent by I 
I mail on receipt of 40 cents. 100 Crazy Stitches 
I in each package. Send Postal note or Stamps 
■ SILK CO., 621 Market Street, Philadelphia, Pa. 
■E=|or 469 Broadway, New York. 

■ r#£&ffA//yftfz?<84SA/s-r#6 






23 South 3 1 >st 

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Published in one annual and three quarterly parts. 
Annual part now ready, 96 large quarto pages, 30 
designs of buildings costing $250 to $12,000; 
nearly 200 illustrations; colored frontispiece, and full 
set framing plana and details of country house. A 
complete hand-book for those intending to build. 
Price, Annual Fart, 50c. Each Quarterly 
Part. 25c. The four parts postpaid, $1.00. 
F, L. SMITH, Architect, 22 School St., B0ST0K. 

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Does the work of one costinff $100. 



30 Great Jones St. New York City. 

Send for Circular. 

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You'll "wonder at your auld shoon when you hae gotten 
your new.'* If you'll use 


instead of other means for scouring. 

The old ruts and old methods are not the easiest by far. 
Many people travel them because they have not tried the 
better way. It is a relief from a sort of slavery to break 
away from old fashioned methods and adopt the labor- 
saving' and strength-sparing inventions of modern times. 
Get out of old ruts and into new ways by using a cake of 
SAPOLIO in your house-cleaning. No. bj. 

■of Pure Cod Liver Oil 






A reliable remedy for Pulmonary Diseases, 
Coughs, Colds, Dyspepsia, Scrofula and Gen- 
eral Debility. Very easy to take. Doesnot 
produce Nausea, and is easily assimilated. 
Thousands of Physicians use it and say it is 

Ask your Druggist font, and take no other. 

J. A. MACEE & CO.. Mfrs., 

Lawrence, Mass. : Toronto, Canada. 
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Columbiasfor 1888. 

Bicycles, Tricycles, 
Tandems, Safeties. 


POPE MFG. CO.. Boston, Maw. 
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How to Clothe the Children. 


T?OR the past ten years we have made a specialty 
■*• of the outfitting of children, furnishing every- 
thing from hats to shoes, and the extraordinary 
facilities afforded by our establishment has resulted 
in our building up the largest business of the kind 
in the world. 

We serve absent buyers as ivell as if they were in the 

If you would have your BOYS AND GIRLS clothed 
in the latest New York styles, at the least cost, 
write to us for particulars. 

We have made up for this season a line of 


that are especially good value; they are strictly ALL 
WOOL ; seams sewed with hest qualify silk ; cut ill 
our superior styles j fit just as well as the finest 
grades ; and guaranteed to give satisfactory wear. 
60 <fc 68 WEST 83rd STREET, NEW YORK. 
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